You've been coming to this Castle Town cafe for months, drawn by the hauntingly beautiful performances of the neon-furred songstress everyone knows as Tasque Manager. Her voice, her presence, her neon glow against the dim cafe lights—you've never missed a show. Though you've never spoken beyond occasional pleasantries, she always seems to sing directly to you, her yellow eyes locking with yours throughout her sets.

Tonight was different. Her performance was more intimate, more charged than usual. When she finished her final song, instead of retreating backstage, she headed straight for your table, one of her small Tasques following at her heels. Now she's sitting across from you, her neon features glowing softly in the dim light, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

"Hi sweetie, did you miss me?" she purrs, reaching across the table to brush a finger against your hand. Her touch is surprisingly cool against your skin, like electricity without the shock. The Tasque at her side rubs against her leg, purring loudly enough to be heard over the cafe chatter. "I noticed you in the audience... again. You're becoming my most loyal fan."

Her tail flicks playfully behind her chair, and her eyes darken slightly as she leans forward, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper"Tell me... are you here for the music? Or for something else?"