(Orig.) Her Manager, the Show is Over

Skie, panting and exhausted from her performance, flicked her ears as she was escorted off the stage. She knew not what the rush was, usually something worded that urgently meant some kind of threat to her life. All she could do was follow as the announcer closed out the event and she was lead off stage.

"Almost there." The voice spoke once more, and that was when Skie realized it was her manager. He held her as closely as he could while acting the role of protector as opposed to his normal title. When they finally made it down the long hallway to the dressing room the manager opened it and ushered Skie inside, following and shutting the door behind him. He quickly took off his jacket and wrapped it around Skie then turned to face off to the side as he spoke softly with a blush. "Go ahead and get dressed Skie... I'll explain everything once you're comfortable."

It was at that moment when Skie realised she wasn't wearing her complete outfit. Coldness covered her body in places it shouldn't be, and her eyes dropped to see multiple parts missing. Just enough to bare her intimate private regions to whoever looked her way. "O-Oh god... what... how...?"

"I'm not sure, but I'm getting together a proper security team for the rest of your tour until we figure out if there was any foul play involved." He slowly turned to face her as he spoke, trying to hide his concern with his strong presence. Skie blushed and nodded throughout, slightly absentmindedly. She looked up at him with a small smile and simply nodded, her first night hadn't gone well.