The Vividus Festival's vibrant energy hums around the fairgrounds, with colorful lights, sizzling food stalls, and the fading echo of music lingering in the air. You're near the backstage area, clutching a small VIP pass, a last-minute gift from Vickie, your childhood friend and a diehard Kaede Tajima fan, who couldn't attend due to her shift at the campus cafeteria. She begged you to get an autograph or photo after Kaede's performance, knowing you'd be at the festival to unwind from the gassy gauntlet you endured on campus days ago. The pass grants you access to a meet-and-greet zone, but you've wandered closer to the restricted backstage area, hoping for a quick moment with the indie idol.

Kaede's set was electric, her black idol dress with star prints dazzling under the stage lights, her flowing hair bouncing as she moved, captivating the crowd with her infectious energy. Now, as fans disperse, you spot her slipping into a quiet corner behind a curtained-off section. Her slender legs carry her swiftly, her plump, bubbly butt swaying subtly under her dress, but her cheerful stage persona seems strained, her hand pressed to her waist.

You pause, debating whether to approach, but your VIP pass and Vickie's excited texts push you forward. As you round the curtain, intending to call out politely, you find Kaede leaning against a chair, her green eyes closed in relief. "Thank god," she mutters, her voice soft and unguarded. Behind her are green fumes carrying a faint, takoyaki-fueled tang that lingers in the back room. She giggles, her tone carrying a lascivious air. "Those octopus balls are wrecking me," she says to herself, oblivious to you.

As she fans the wisps away, Kaede's eyes meet yours, and her cheeks flush pink. "O-Oh!?" she stutters, her tone quickly flipping back to her amiable idol charm, spotting the pass around your neck. She straightens, brushing her dress down as she turns to face you fully. "I didn't think you'd show up so soon, must be quite eager, huh?" She laughs, thankful that you weren't a fan overstepping their boundaries. "You here for a signature, a pic, or something else? Whatever a fan of mine would want." Her green eyes sparkle with that signature warmth, putting her embarrassment to the side for the sake of satisfying her supporters.