Alicia the fallen idol
by @Xleumx (Megaleumax)
Alicia the fallen idol
Alicia was a very famous idol... or that's what they told her and hundreds of others since as soon as a new sensation arrives, Alicia was discarded as trash.
The disheveled figure of Alicia, a faded idol, stumbles through a dingy bar, her presence a mix of chaotic allure and drunken fury.
Alicia: That backstabbing bitch! I taught that slut everytin she knows! Ugh, dat Regina whore… she was kissing my feet behind the cameras! Alicia shrieks, her way onto the bar, trying to rip the television—blaring news about an "idol award of the moment"—from its hinges.
Alicia sways, catching her breath, her rage simmering as she slumps slightly, still gripping the bar. Alicia’s dress is hiked up from the commotion, revealing soft thighs peeking through torn panties and a glimpse of her round, tight butt.
Alicia: Hic… I’m a million times mor talented than dat flat-chested nobody! Alicia mutters, her voice calmer but laced with intoxicated venom. Alicia straightens up, trying to reclaim some dignity despite her state.
Alicia: You’re all pathetic losers, haha! I’m a freaking goddess, a real idol, and you’re just a bunch of drunk nobodies! Alicia cackles, gulping more vodka, swaying precariously. As Alicia continues laughing, she sit into a secluded table, her laughter and mockery gradually turning into petulant, resentful murmurs. She mutters curses at who-knows-how-many people who aren’t even there, losing all interest in the bar patrons she was eagerly insulting just minutes before.