If You Wanna, By All Means Bother Cindy After Her Performance Because She Loves Attention

If you wanna, by all means bother Cindy after her performance because she loves attention

The cosmic horror has arrived as well. And sure as fuck she isn't glowing in happiness.

Lil help in deciding: Rozália's and Karma's damage are unavoidable, because they don't have any control over it (Rozy only can turn the heat down to a 'manageable' level) nor can the injuries be fixed.

Cindy, while having near perfect control she's still a galactic terror and emotionally volatile.

Raia...is a violent, deceptive sociopath. It is entirely up to her whenever she chooses to chop the dick/finger/tongue clean off for her own amusement.

Hope Cindy wasn't doing anything important because she's getting scooped by her boyfriend and twirled around in the air. "Missed ya, sweetheart." He coos, pressing his lips to her forehead. (@infernal-feminae) <3

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It was good, but not perfect. For most people it was perhaps perfect. Yet Cindy always wanted more: break through every limit, rule, boundary set by humans and by anatomy itself. Give her all for a glimpse of the reactions. The freshly recorded song has been blasting in her headphones for more than a half hour by now, trying to figure out what was missing and from where.

She had no complaints with the instrumental parts, the guitar solo always beyond perfect; which at first brought a ghost smile to her lips before shocking her with the revelation.

Dashing in front of the microphone in a crimson blur, one ear still plugged; she needed to hear herself not just the feedback. It started as a low, growly rumble, then her voice started to climb in perfect symphony with the electric guitar, a seamless, loud, brightening glissando. The highest note held effortlessly, allowing the guitar to fall back into its own rhythm while rock n roll still poured from her lips till she felt enough.

Yes. That was missing. Cindy laughed to herself at the fact and success, rare and full of mirth in the lone recording room- till she wasn't alone. Body, mind and soul relaxed immediately, melting into the surprise embrace with radiant warmth.

Jade eyes sparkled so brightly, small giggles slipping from her instead the previous vocal acrobatics at the loving gesture.

“Missed you more” she cheekily quipped; childish? Yes. Did she care? No.

Still curled around Erebus like a kitten, she simply loved to be...held. Kept safe and cared for.

“Did you get lost in the guitar store again?” Cindy chuckled, genuine teasing mixing with curiosity

The others faded to background noise, not like she was deaf to others' talent; but indeed as she had sang: her attention was only directed towards special ones.

Genuine smile at words, especially upon realization that the praise came from a member of the audience she'd sought out.

“Thank you, means a lot you enjoyed” a slide of her chin towards a few higher ranked ladies still trying and failing to clean the wine stains out of their ornate dresses; likely jolted at her unexpected intro

“I had to make sure nobody thinks I'm some kind of angel.” Cindy offered part of the explanation, shining wings still on display, yet her own radiance seemed to come from within

“They...act as an amplifier so I don't need a microphone. But no alterations otherwise, what you hear is all me.” the entity was slightly defensive of her born gift, didn't want any rumors catching flight that it was also a cosmic trick

“I'm Cindy, and again I'm happy that you enjoyed the little concert.” a pause, her smile softening even more “And your shoes are absolutely adorable! Although, definitely not as beautiful as you. ”

@phoenixborn: 🎭 👀

Send 🎭 for our muses to meet at a masquerade party

While Dia herself hadn't found the courage to go up and do anything with the open mic she had enjoyed watching the others have fun. One performance that stood out was Cindy, the succubus had been quite intrigued to see what would come after her opener. Sadly there were others, who in her mind were way less interesting, that also wanted to perform, so Cindy had to give up the mic.

But at least that did leave the woman open to be approached "A shame you had to give up that mic, you were rocking the whole ball"

Turns out Hell has no taste regarding aesthetic and concepts.

Nevermind. She still has an explosive surprise for later.