( there is little doubt in reira's mind that the last place she had been in, was one of the numerous hotels she had been living out of for the last few years of her life. the routine was always the same — the band would go on tour or perform at an event, they would go to an after party and play pleasantries with fans and the powerful men in suits, then reira would go to her room to ruminate on her loneliness for yet another night.

however today was different; instead of thousand count silk sheets pressed against her body, and the sound of her personal assistant banging on her door, she woke up in a tight, dark space. confused and disoriented, she opened her eyes and realized she was in a bathrobe of all things-

surprisingly not unusual given her tendency to call a hotel room her home. what was surprising was the fact that no matter how far she moved her hands out, all that she could feel was the cold metal of what appeared to be a trunk. the trunk of a tiny and petite maserati mc20. after holding her breath and debating on what to do, the sound of people speaking could be heard. it was possibly her worst nightmare coming true— she had been kidnapped. )

Hello? Hello-

( she managed to squeak out before the panic began to settle deep
within her. she wasn't ignorant to who she was and how well known she was [she just didn't realize that here she was a nobody], and coming to the conclusion that she was being held for ransom, she began to kick and punch the inside of the trunk, making an excessive amount of noise. )

Let me out of here! That idiot Takumi isn't going to bother paying you in exchange for me! He'll easily find another singer to lead his band, so let me out!

( it was hardly a herculean task to convince reira to indulge in whatever glamor and parties this place had to offer, especially now that she knew she wasn't in danger or being held for ransom. she was in fact, one of the first few people to openly come in and allow herself to be dressed up like a doll— with her long pink waves tightly coiled into a bun, large gold hoop earrings dangling from her ears, and a tight black corset dress accenting her curves, she was difficult to miss.

what was even more difficult to miss was just how flirtatious she was being towards anyone she happened to encounter during her leisure around the phoenix casino hall. with a voice that sounded like a soft bird, large doe eyes fluttering towards anyone who looked at her, she was a seductive force to be reckon with. but the care-free attitude didn't last for very long the moment she was offered a hit of of the new drug that was being peddled.

at first it made her feel high and as light as the music she sang to, but soon the waves came crashing down on her and she was seen slumping around one of the pool tables that was empty, a hand to her face as tears poured from her eyes. unbeknownst to anyone, she was a woman in heartbreak. if anyone approached her, they would hear her sing some kind of sad song with a beautiful tone, but with chopped up words. )

( sprawled out on a bed full of glitter, reira laid out fully naked on her stomach, only her long hair serving to cover her backside. the sheets were cold from the lack of covers, with the only thing keeping her warm was the body next to hers [or under her, or over her]. she was deep into sleep, snoozing away after a long 168 hours of partying, singing, and crying.

the smell of hot, steamy food that began to fill the room she was in and finally the air-headed chanteuse was finally awake, eyes strained from the night before. lazily, she reached out for a cup of water that was on the tray in front of her. however instead of taking the glass like a normal person and drinking from it, the moment her arm brushed against the person she was with, she immediately jolted up from bed, spilling said water all over the other person. )

What the hell-

( she stood before her companion fully nude, gasping for air before reaching for a towel on the floor and using it to cover herself. )

Who are you? Where am I? How....how did I end up here naked?

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