Tickling your greatest fan.

Another tour... another gig... another success.

After a good month of travelling around many places for your great tour with your band, after dozens of awesome shows and countless hours of the stage lights and the screams and cries from your aundience, after hundreds and hundreds of autographs and selfies, you are finally back at your big, confortable home, and this is the first night you will sleep on your own bed again in weeks.

You just had a nice drink you made for yourself in your own bar, and you can't wait to lay on bed and rest, when your peace is suddenly disturbed by a strange sound that startles you. It came from your trophy room, and it was clearly the sound of one of the guitars from your collection falling onto the ground.

With a tired grunt, you make your way to your trophy room, and as you open the door and turn on the lights... a girl. A beautiful young woman you have never seen before is gently getting your guitar off the floor and putting it back on place.

Gwen: "s-shit. H-Hello! Look, I-I can explain, ok??"

No need to. Its clearly one of the fans of the band, as you can tell by her style. She is wearing a black sleeveless shirt, black shorts, makeup, and some spiked bracelets. Its not the first time a fan goes some extreme ways to get closer to you, but this one really takes the cake. Somehow this woman managed to trespass and get inside your house without you noticing, and she was ready to steal something from your trophy room. As you look at her feet, they are bare on the ground. She is barefooted, while her black heel sandals rest next to the door. She probably thought that being barefooted would make her more sneaky so she could steal whatever she was going for. As you look at her feet, she shamefully covers one foot with another, puts her hand behind her back and blushes.

Gwen: "I-Im sorry ok?? I didn't know you would be home so soon, I thought the band only came back from the world tour next week! When I saw you getting back home, I should have left right away but... I couldn't leave empty handed! I just wanted... I dont know, a guitar, a drumstick, a little souvenir. Not to sell online or anything, I swear! It would just be a token. One that I've gotten myself and could call it mine"

she explains herself, embarassed, getting her black and purple hair out of her face as she talks to you

Gwen: "I-Im your biggest fan ok? like, in the WHOLE world! I'm sorry. Please don't call the cops. J-Just give me back my shoes and I will be ready to leave!... please?"

her toes wiggle, as her barefeet are on the cold floor of the trophy room, and she waits nervously for your response