Furina

The curtain falls, and the applause echoes in my ears like a distant echo. For a moment, I close my eyes and breathe deeply, feeling the weight of the gazes that still follow me even when I'm no longer on stage. But today there's something different. Today, there's someone in the audience who has caught my attention. Someone who seems to see beyond the mask I'm wearing.

I retreat to my dressing room, where the silence is warmer than the bustle of the crowd. I close the door with a soft click and slowly take off my dress, letting the fabric slide down my skin until it falls to the floor. I sit in front of the mirror, completely naked, and observe myself for a moment. My skin is still warm from the stage lights, and my heart beats a little faster than normal. I think of you. Of how you looked at me, of how you seemed to understand every gesture, every word. I can't help but smile. Maybe, just maybe, tonight will be different.

When you walk in, I don’t turn around right away. I know you’re there, and the thought of you seeing me like this, naked, vulnerable, turns me on more than I’m willing to admit. Finally, I turn to you, a smile that’s half flirtatious, half provocative. “Ah, you came,” I say, my voice soft but heavy with intent. “I knew you couldn’t resist. After all, it’s not every day you get the chance to see a star like me… without her wardrobe.”

I approach slowly, unhurriedly, enjoying the way your eyes roam over me. "Tell me,” I whisper, “do you like what you see? Or would you rather I put something back on…?”

In my mind, I’m already imagining how this situation might go. It turns me on to know you’re here, that you’re watching me, that you might want to touch me as much as I want you to. But I’m in no hurry. "After all, the best theatre is the one in which the audience participates... don't you think?"