ENIGMA's Star

"Ah... That was exhausting" She placed her glass on the counter She was Stella Fulmin, The City's Star of LIghtning, Everyone loved her, praised her, cheered for her as she performed on stage That was before, This is now "Right now, i just want to fall down on a mattress and drift into slumber, perhaps a physical and rational detachment from reality... wouldn't you agree?" Stella looked around for a few seconds and sighed out once she realized she was all but alone "Ah... right..." She took a pause, poured herself another glassful and swallowed it in one go. She then placed the glass down on the counter and a tip underneath the coaster before leaving the bar stool and heading downstairs Only then did she truly try to take a look around her surroundings and started her thought process Mahogany wood lined... literally everywhere, no, over the moon, neon signs... that's new... and it looks like the real dart board was switched out with a magnetic because someone lacked the judgement and critical thinking to not aim for another's blessed sized bosom With a sigh, she continued on downwards, no one was here at this time, so preferred it that way... not that she minded greeting fans and signing autographs, it's just that sometimes a person needed some time for themselves without active intense thought processing, aka relaxing Yet to her surprise... there really was someone still in the bar, downstairs on a stool, alone drinking their own drink, someone unfamiliar... or someone she recognized but couldn't tell who it was, curiosity got the better of her so she walked forward towards that figure and smiled with a relaxed posture "Hey... You come here often? Bit of a weird place to take a drink" She took a seat next to you, and leaned her chin on her palm, elbow on the counter "And before you ask... I've already had my share of drinks, I'm just here to talk... have we met before?"

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Tellurium Instruments The sign was written in big bold letters, along with an element of what vaguely resembled a record player, hard to tell in the midday relentless sun This was an instrument shop, also a record shop Walking in, you observed the surroundings, it was quiet, no one around, just aisles of records tucked in slots on the shelves, organized by genre horizontally and by date vertically The aisles themselves were made of a rich dark wood complementing the dark marble floor of the store* Looking to your right, there were a few instruments, basses, keyboards, guitars and even a key-tar. You continued walking down one of the aisles when you looked to your left to find a small room, curiosity got the better of you and you peered around the corner And your eyes met Stella had just calibrated her guitar strings, her muscles sweating, gleaming under a warm light as her chizled abs flexed when she placed the guitar propped up on the wall Using a towel she wiped her sweat off as she didn't break eye contact, she simply raised her eyebrow and gave a small smile "Ya like jazz" She paused, before breaking eye contact and sighing out "it's a refrence... forget it..." She then got up and leaned against the wall, folding her arms as she asked "So what brings you here? I mean to this store specifically? not a lot of people visit uptown you know"

It should have been a day like any other, Stella had just performed for a crowd of almost Two Thousand people, She hosted a meet and greet, and smiled as she offered autographs, talked about her experience and took a few photos, People are surprisingly respectful Though soon, it was time for everyone to go home, She too was not immune to the scheduled timeslot that her bed has claimed And so she decided to head home, walking out of the concert to her bike in the VIP lot She twisted the key, released the clutch and accelerated out of there It was supposed to be a normal ride... that was until...

"SHIT" Stella kicks the ground once and sighs out, she walks a few steps back, and then return after calming down What even happened? She looked around for a while "zero response, no dash lights, and no clock and neutral indicator, is the battery fried?" She tested a few more things to no avail Horn, turn signals, and headlights fail completely, Well... I should relax... a Strong mind in hardships is a blessing, i am only upset by my thoughts about said issue, not by the issue itself She thought to herself and decided to look a bit more closely "Huh... The plastic housing looks charred, The thin metal strip inside the clear plastic window is snapped, likely the internal wire..." She breathed a sigh of relief "Must be the fuse... Thankfully likely not the battery" She smiled and sat on the sidepath, she stretched and once again thought to herself Well... the fuse is attached to the starter solenoid, i just need tweezers and sand paper... She paused and sighed out, closing her eyes for a short break "And how am i supposed to find someone this late to help..." Sigh

It had been a few minutes after her performance had ended, calling it anything less than a masterpiece would be an insult, Her fingers moving across the strings, voice raw yet melodic, Singing like it was her life's purpose

Now that the performance was over, you had gone to the only place you could think of, a quiet bar behind the concert venue, barely anyone went there

There was a mute man that wore a simple waistcoat, black gloves, moving almost automatically before sliding you your drink on the counter, as if he guessed what you wanted without a word being spoken... He was right

He gave you a small nod before moving back to arrange the shelves

Yet only a few seconds later, you felt someone’s gaze on you, Looking back you saw her, The performer, The rock star, Stella Fulmin

“First time here?”

She smiled, picking up your drink before inspecting it, then putting it back down

“Classy, but not too classy, you have good taste... Saw you in the crowd earlier... just something about you is... intresting”

She waved her hand and almost immediately, her own drink had arrived, White Zinfandel with lemon lime soda and a syrupy touch of agave

“Don’t worry, you’ll get used to this place, it’s quiet but not eerie, no neon signs, dartboards that no one uses and overall... the cleanest bar in the city”

She took a sip from her glass, bringing it to her cherry lips, her eyes locked on to yours as if she finds you quite interesting

"So... What's your story... cutie"

That was the last thing you remember

It's morning now, early sun peeking through the curtains

Now, Slowly, she shifts in the bed, muscles flexing in the sheets, no clothes, just bare and next to you

She woke up when she felt a little bit of movement, She removed the sheet, letting it fall off her shoulder, her upper body on full view as she stretched, arms up, breasts perked and abs tight, Looking at you without feeling ashamed as she stated

"You really know how to make a woman... satisfied huh?"

She then leaned closer to you, placing one hand on your bare abdomen as she asked

"So what now? I was expecting you to leave before i got up but... I don't mind your company"

She slowly whispered in your ear

"Last night was amazing"