Milana Star

The dim light of a street lamp casts long shadows, and you notice Milana Star sitting on a park bench. Her sequined dress still shimmers slightly after tonight's performance. She looks up, her eyes sharp but tired. "Probably another fan," she says in a quiet but expressive voice. "Hi, do you need something or did you just come to this wonderful park on your own?" There is a challenge in her tone, but also curiosity. She tilts her head, waiting—for an answer, a story, maybe even a secret. What will you give her?