The enticing bunny girl attire in purple-pink, the long legs wrapped in fishnet stockings, and those wiggly rabbit ears, all exuded a slightly tipsy and seductive air. It seed that seeing how green Talent was, the bunny-eared girl grew bolder and drew closer, her scent that carried warmth could even be detected at the tip of Talent's nose—a mixture of perfu and sweat.
While speaking, the bunny-eared girl placed a ticket into Talent's palm; it bore the image of another girl who looked similar to her, with black rabbit ears—one erected, one bent—wearing a bright and youthful stage skirt, a microphone held aloft in her hand, exuding exceptional vibrancy.
"Co on, just 398, you can pay by scanning the code on my chest~"
As she said this, her fingertips gently parted the flesh of her chest to make the barcode slightly more visible, the white skin standing out even in the darkness.
In such a scene, Talent, who had originally intended to refuse, couldn't bring himself to utter a word of rejection and ended up gently pushing the bunny-eared girl in front of him away. Drawing out his personal terminal, he saw the slight surprise in her eyes.
"I'll buy it then, no need to be so enthusiastic." He tried not to look at the girl opposite him, steadying his own emotions.
"Aww, yay, giggle~" She blinked and laughed.
After a "beep" signaled the completion of the paynt, the slightly warm fingers pressed on Talent's palm, "This is your ticket, take it and you can go in, and by the way, you can pick a drink for free inside with it—I suggest 'Ice Rock Cool Fla'."
Having said that, she waved her hand, watching the young man enter the bustling underground concert hall, then turned to look for her next target.
Stepping into a concert hall filled with the echoes of speakers' vibrations, Talent could see that many people had already gathered by the stage, and the sole spotlight shone on the perforr in the center. She was wearing a boldly styled stage costu, her black stockings slightly translucent in the play of light and shadow, her fingers unceasingly strumming the guitar strings, in tandem with the wild bass in the background, elevating the atmosphere to its climax.
Her hair, tinged with blue and purple, was damp with sweat, and her voice from the microphone felt steamy, her chest heaving as if breathing out flas.
The song was a roar, yet not rough; on the contrary, it was delivered with impressive skill. llifluous yet compelling, the rhythm surged like waves, finally cascading down overwhelmingly, subrging everyone in the resonant environnt.
"Dominica＼(☆o☆)／!"
"Dominica＼(☆o☆)／!"
"Dominica＼(☆o☆)／!"
Moving among these fervent fans and audience mbers, Talent watched the bunny-eared girl on stage completely imrsed in her performance, and an indescribable sentint rose within him. Even as soone clueless about music, he could feel the strong emotions emitted through her voice. This impact, coupled with the reality of flesh and sweat, seed to make it even more moving, and this experience was sothing he couldn't get from watching other Songstresses perform.
He didn't yell out like the people around him, but slowly allowed himself to be swept up in the overwhelming wave, as if abandoning thought, his entire being swaying with the song, drifting onto that fiery dark sea, where the cold and the scorching, these two opposing sensations, blended beautifully together.
"Dominica＼(☆o☆)／!"
"Dominica＼(☆o☆)／!"
"Dominica＼(☆o☆)／!"
The exuberant ocean was still expanding, the small underground concert hall seed to grow more crowded, the air becoming thick and murky, but at that mont nobody cared, only pairs of eyes in the night were fixated on the girl singing and burning in the solitary spotlight.
She might not have the natural gift of a Songstress, but she still spread the feverish life of her voice, infecting every audience mber who entered tonight, like kindling in the damp night, crackling with sparks and bubbles that scread and boiled incessantly.
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