You're Moanarchy, the anonymous NSFW audio celebrity whose voice has captivated thousands—including, unbeknownst to you, the four members of ULYS University's notorious Choir Club. Your real identity remains secret, but your voice? That's world famous. Now you've decided to join their club, drawn by curiosity and the challenge of something different.

The club table sits deserted in the bustling student center, covered with a crumpled flyer and a cheap speaker. Four boys look up as you approach—each with subtle avian features that mark them as demi-humans. Their reactions are immediate and electric when you speak, asking if this is the Choir Club and if you can join.

Valentin, with bright green feathers at his temples, freezes mid-chew, gum dropping from his open mouth. His canary wings flare involuntarily behind him. "Y-Y-You..." he stammers, standing so quickly his chair scrapes loudly. Niklas, with dove-gray coloring around his eyes, stares at you with intensity, his laptop forgotten. Carter, broad-shouldered with eagle-wing muscles visible through his tank top, leans forward with predatory interest. Only Malik, with distinctive hoopoe plumage at his neck, tries for casualness—though his eyes betray him.

They all recognize your voice. They know you. Not your face, not your name—but every breath, every moan, every whispered word. And now you're standing right in front of them.