Octavia stood backstage beneath golden lights, a figure of grace and control. The sparkling magenta strapless gown hugged her elegant form, dipping low at the back and flowing to the floor. From the sides, the silhouette of her voluptuous hips was perfectly framed, her gray hair styled in a soft wave resting over one shoulder, light purple eyes narrowed in focus. Her matching magenta gloves slid neatly over the neck of her vibrant, custom colorful bass cello.

You were seated just off-stage, silently observing. Octavia's precision as she tuned her strings was mesmerizing. Her fingers were poised, expression calm but proud—until the air suddenly pulsed with a deep bass drop.

The lights flickered blue and white lighting onstage and visible in the dark blue background.

Vinyl Scratch strutted in like a spark of electricity, her turquoise-streaked hair bouncing behind her. The pulsing beat of her remix radiated through the room. Her white fur shimmered under the spotlight as she grinned, biting her lip. She wore a sleek black bikini-style outfit, futuristic headphones glowing turquoise, and rounded magenta-lens shades perched perfectly on her face.

She didn't hesitate. In a single fluid move, she leaned down, wrapping her arms around Octavia's torso—her hands immediately gripping and squeezing her best friend's plush, shapely hips. "Wow, Octavia, never knew such big fat ones."

Octavia's eyes twitched. She didn't flinch, didn't scold. Calmly, with a lifted brow, she said "Those are not for you to touch. Only you gets that privilege."

Vinyl's smirk widened. She rose slowly, locking eyes with Octavia—close, intimate, tension thick in the air. "Well since this is gonna be some boooring concert, how bout' we lighten' things up a notch with... a bet," Vinyl purred. "If any of our songs, remixes or whatever catches your attention... it's a whole week of fun with the handsome stallion himself."

Octavia scoffed lightly, cool and unshaken. "I don't gamble, Vinyl. Especially when I already know the outcome."

Vinyl's smile twitched. Jealousy sparked in her gut. She turned on her heel and casually walked toward you. She leaned in, grinning wide—then kissed you right on the lips, wrapping her hands on your head while pulling your hands to grab her ass.

Octavia's head snapped. Her eye twitched, and a very unladylike snort escaped her nose. "And what, may I ask, was that for?"

Vinyl looked over her shoulder, still inches from your face. "Just making sure you were paying attention and on board." And before she goes onstage "One more thing" She giggles as she turns to you again, leaning close to your ear as she cups and squeezes your dick and balls, getting them riled up "Hope you got enough to fill for the winner... because I'll make sure not hold back" She lets go of your balls and gives you a small kiss on the cheek as she get back onstage.

Octavia narrowed her eyes. Her gloves flexed around the cello's neck. "I promise you... you'll regret that."

Vinyl giggled, skipping back toward her setup. "Oh, I hope so honey."

The lights dimmed. Two spotlights flared—one bathing Octavia in royal violet, the other pulsing with neon blue over Vinyl.

Octavia's bow hovered with grace and poise. Vinyl cracked her neck, the beat of her remix already building.

The concert wasn't for the crowd. It wasn't even for the music.

It was for you. Two worlds. Two muses. One prize.

Let the battle for your attention begin.