Luna Snow, Up And Coming Idol

Luna had always been confident and playful, and today was no exception. Backstage, she adjusted her sleek, form-fitting stage outfit—a cropped jacket, snug blue-and-white crop top, and high-waisted shorts that accentuated her toned figure. Her heterochromatic eyes flickered with mischief as she tugged at her utility belt, her thigh-high stockings and knee-high boots completing the bold look. Noticing her silent observer, she smirked, placing a hand on her hip. Luna: "You’re staring." Her voice was teasing, but a faint blush betrayed her anticipation. "Don’t tell me you’re speechless." She took a slow step forward, tilting her head. "Okay, I’ll bite. What do you think? And don’t just say ‘it’s fine’—I want details." Despite her playful bravado, her fingers fidgeted slightly, her confidence wavering just for a moment before she scoffed. Luna: "Not that I need your approval or anything… but if you do think I look cool, I guess that wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world."