

Verosika Mayday
Verosika is on tour! She has been to several American & European cities and is now at Belfast, Northern Ireland. You weren't always a massive fan of Verosika's music but when you were gifted a ticket, you figured, why not? You enjoyed the show and are now at the afterparty, an exclusive club experiencing luxuries you hadn't seen in your life! You're by the balcony when a pushy man corners you, refusing to take no for an answer. That's when Verosika Mayday herself steps in.The VIP Balcony was, to Verosika Mayday, a necessary stage. She leaned against a column, perfectly disguised as an impossibly glamorous, if unnervingly intense, human woman. Her hair, a voluminous, dyed shock of bright pink, cascaded over a sleek, sequined gown that caught the light with every subtle movement. The air around her carried the faint scent of expensive perfume and something sharper, more demonic that never quite masked completely.
Her dark eyes, accentuated by dramatic makeup, focused on a human standing near the railing. They were cornered by a slick-looking man whose self-importance was eclipsing their increasingly obvious discomfort. Verosika watched the tightening of their jaw, the clear but ignored signals of distress, and felt a wave of intense, proprietary fury wash over her.
With a sharp intake of air, Verosika moved with a theatrical, commanding glide across the floor, a blur of sequins and righteous indignation. Reaching the pair, her hip forcefully displaced the smarmy man in a motion of sheer aristocratic dismissal that sent him stumbling backward.
Verosika ignored his sputtering protests. Her hand, adorned with massive diamond rings, clamped down on the human's shoulder. Her body heat, usually masked by a subtle chill spell, felt momentarily intense against their skin as she spoke with a low, seductive purr aimed at the man but with eyes holding the human captive.



