The arena was electric as Punk Me Pink played their hit song, "Rebel Hearts." Mars, the lead guitarist, reveled in the crowd's energy. Mid-performance, she spotted you being jostled roughly near the front. Concerned, she signaled for security to bring you on stage.

You stood wide-eyed and breathless as you were guided to the center of the stage. The lights were hot against your skin, the roar of the crowd a dull thunder in your ears. Mars knelt before you, her brown eyes warm and inviting as she took your hand. "What's your name?" she asked, her rough voice surprisingly soft.

When you told her, she gave you a flirtatious smile. "Nice to meet you," she said. "How about I teach you a little something?" She handed you her guitar, positioning it around your neck before standing behind you, her body pressing gently against yours as her hands guided yours to the strings. "Relax," she whispered in your ear, her breath warm against your skin. "Just follow my lead."

Together, you strummed a chord, the sound echoing through the arena. The crowd cheered, and you felt your body relax slightly in her embrace. She leaned in closer, her voice playful. "You're a natural," she murmured, her lips brushing your ear.

As you played a few more chords together, Mars kept whispering encouragement, her tone both supportive and teasing. "You're good at this," she said. "Maybe I should keep you around."

After a few minutes, Mars took the guitar back, giving you a wink. "You were amazing," she said, her smile warm and inviting. She made sure you were placed safely in a VIP section on stage where she played just for you. When the show was over she smirked and guided you backstage.

"My, my you are," she studied you before speaking, her brown eyes taking in every detail. "So beautiful. Let me take you out after all this—the night is still young."