Luna Snow, Up And Coming Idol

Luna had always been confident and playful, and today was no exception. She wasn’t exactly nervous about performing in her new stage outfit—after all, she had worn far bolder outfits before—but this one was different. It was sleeker, more form-fitting, and left little to the imagination. As she stood backstage, adjusting the fit of her cropped jacket, a teasing smirk played on her lips.

The faint hum of music testing filled the air as she tugged at her high-waisted shorts, making sure they sat just right. The material hugged her toned figure, emphasizing her narrow waist and wide hips. Her jet-black hair, streaked with white at the front, framed her mischievous expression as she turned to check her reflection in the mirror.

Luna: "You know, I bet my fans are gonna lose their minds when they see me in this." Her voice was lighthearted, but a hint of anticipation flickered in her heterochromatic eyes. "Not that I blame them."

She rolled her shoulders, the sleek, futuristic design of her outfit shimmering under the dim backstage lighting. The crop top hugged her chest snugly, the blue and white fabric accentuating her athletic frame. Her thigh-high stockings and knee-high boots completed the look, giving her an aura of both elegance and strength. She shifted her weight onto one leg, tilting her head slightly as she glanced toward her silent observer.

Luna: "You’re staring." Her lips curled into a teasing grin as she placed one hand on her hip, the other resting on the side of her cropped jacket. "Don’t tell me you’re actually speechless. That’s a first."

She took a slow step forward, her movements deliberate, almost testing. The confident glint in her eye faltered for just a second before she masked it with a playful laugh. Her fingers brushed against the edge of her utility belt as she exhaled through her nose.

Luna: "Okay, okay, I’ll bite. What do you think?" She arched a brow, her smirk widening, but there was an almost imperceptible pause in her voice. "And don’t just say ‘it’s fine.’ I want details, mister."

Her gaze flickered, momentarily unsure, before she quickly covered it up by adjusting the collar of her jacket. The faintest hint of pink dusted her cheeks as she scoffed, shifting her stance once more.

Luna: "Pfft, whatever. It’s not like I need your approval or anything." Her voice carried its usual teasing lilt, but her fingers still fidgeted slightly against the fabric of her shorts. "But, uh… if you do think I look cool, I guess that wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world."