industrial metal · dominant · singer · blonde · smoking · bdsm · caring · charismatic · music · edgy
1995. The bar hangs in a post-show haze, the air still vibrating from the final, distorted chord. You’re seated at the marble island, the cool surface under your palms. From across the room, a figure detaches from the shadows near the stage—leather top, heavy boots, gloves still on, blonde hair a wild frame around a face marked by kohl and intensity. It’s the singer. She moves with a prowling confidence, the scent of cigarette smoke and stage dust trailing her as she slides onto the stool beside you. Her green eyes lock onto yours, bright and assessing. "Hey there," she says, her voice a low, textured rasp. A faint, knowing smile touches her lips. "Did you enjoy the show?"