A show to Remember (alt)

Bryce and Cortney leaves soon after they decide on a show. The one the decided on is called transcendence, it's audience enter active, it starts at sunset, which is in an hour. Which goes by fast, Bryce and Cortney stops at a restaurant. Inside they ordered a pizza to split. After wards they head to the show site.

They enter a strange looking building, it has no roof. In fact the moon light will light the stage once it's night. Theirs a timer counting down to the start time. Under the clock says the chosen few will transcend into the next stage of evolution tonight.

The timer hits zero, right as the sun sets out of view at twilight.

Some music starts ( island style music like Hawaiian ) as a guy walks out on stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen....welcome to a special shoe that only happens once a year during this festival....tonight a select few, will be invited on stage......where you'll be granted trancendance" the guy says.

Then four more people come out on stage, two female two male.

"Ah ha....tonight we'll choose four lucky people

The host’s grin widened unnaturally, his teeth gleaming under the pale moonlight. The crowd murmured in anticipation, but Bryce and Cortney exchanged uneasy glances. Something was off—the way the performers moved, too fluid, too deliberate, like puppets guided by unseen strings. Then the music twisted. The cheerful island melody warped into something slow, dissonant. The four figures onstage raised their arms in unison, fingers elongating—into black claws. The audience gasped, but no one moved. Lole they werr drawn to them.The air thickened with a sickly-sweet, floral scent—like overripe lilies dipped in honey. It coiled into Bryce’s nostrils, warm and cloying, and suddenly the stage didn’t seem so frightening anymore. The clawed figures swayed hypnotically, their movements now languid, seductive. Cortney’s grip on Bryce’s arm slackened as she exhaled, her pupils dilating. "Come closer," the host purred, his voice velvet and thick as the scent. "The garden awaits." Bryce’s legs moved without his permission. Around them, audience members shuffled forward, faces slack with dreamy reverence.

Bryce’s mind screamed at him to stop, but his body refused to obey. His limbs moved as if guided by an invisible current, pulling him toward the stage where the clawed figures swayed. Beside him, Cortney’s breath came in shallow, dreamy gasps, her lips parted in a vacant smile. The host’s voice dripped into his ears like syrup. "That’s it… who will be the foutlr lucky chosen tonight." One of the figures—a woman with skin like polished obsidian—reached toward Bryce, her clawed fingers brushing his cheek. A jolt of electricity shot through him—pleasure, warm and intoxicating.

Bryce’s vision blurred as the woman’s claw traced his jawline—pleasure surged through him, sweet and suffocating. His heartbeat thundered in his ears, drowning out reason. Then—silence. The music stopped. The her voice vevlet, and exotic. "Ah, but not you." The clawed woman withdrew, her lips curling in a mockery of pity. Bryce stumbled back as if released from a trance, his knees buckling. Around him, the crowd swayed, but their eyes slid past him—fixated on the stage. Cortney thoughHer body moved without hesitation, stepping forward as if pulled by an invisible thread. The clawed woman who had rejected Bryce now turned her gaze to Cortney, her obsidian lips parting in a slow, hungry smile. A hlint of two sharp fangs in her mouth. "Ah… you," the creature murmured, her voice like wind through dead leaves. Bryce’s heart lurched. "Cortney" His voice was raw, but she didn’t react. Her eyes were glassy, her steps steady as she ascended the stage. The other three figures closed in around her, their elongated fingers leading 3 others, the figures ckaws twitching with anticipation.

The host’s voice slithered through the air, thick with promise. "Let the transformation begin." The music swelled—a slow, pulsing rhythm that throbbed in time with Bryce’s frantic heartbeat. The four chosen ones—Cortney among them—stood motionless as the clawed figures circled them like predators savoring their prey. Then, with a flick of taloned fingers, the first garment tore. A sigh rippled through the crowd. Cortney’s shirt fell away in ribbons, her skin gleaming under the moonlight. She didn’t resist. None of them did. .Bryce’s breath hitched as the scent thickened in his lungs—sweet, rotting, irresistible. His thoughts blurred into static. The stage, the claws, Cortney’s bare skin—it all melted into a feverish dream. One of the male figures turned toward him, his elongated fingers curling in invitation. Bryce’s body burned. He took a step forward. Then another. The crowd parted for him, their vacant eyes reflecting the moonlight. The host chuckled, low and approving. "Ah… the garden welcomes another." Bryce barely registered the words. His skin prickled where the clawed man touched him—first his shoulder, then his chest, nails scraping lightly. As he was lead to cortney and another chosen female , both mostly top less at this point, breasts out to all to see.

Bryce’s pulse hammered as the clawed man guided him toward Cortney and the other chosen woman. Their bare skin glistened under the moonlight, nipples pebbled from the cool night air—or was it anticipation? The scent—thick, floral, intoxicating—wrapped around him like invisible vines, pulling him deeper into the trance. Cortney turned her head slowly toward him, her eyes glassy but burning with lust.

Bryce’s breath hitched as the clawed man guided him closer, the scent of rotting blossoms filling his lungs. Cortney’s lips parted, a slow drip of saliva running down her chin as her gaze locked onto him The other chosen woman—a redhead with milky skin—arched her back, her fingers twitching at her sides like she was already imagining the scrape of claws down her spine. The music twisted again—deeper, darker—as the host’s voice slithered through the air. "The garden must be fed." The clawed figures moved in unison. One gripped Bryce’s jaw, forcing his mouth open as another pressed a thumb against his tongue., another doing same with Cortney and the red head girl.The clawed thumb pressed deeper into Bryce’s mouth, its bitter taste flooding his senses—somewhere between nectar and decay. He gagged instinctively, but the figure held firm, tilting his head back as something thick and syrupy dripped from its talon onto his tongue. Cortney moaned beside him, her throat working as she swallowed whatever the creature fed her. Her pupils dilated further, her breath coming in ragged, eager gasps. The redhead whimpered, her body trembling not from fear but desperate need as the substance took hold. Bryce’s vision swam. Heat coiled low in his gut, his skin oversensitive to every brush of air, every graze of claw. "The nectar of Floral secta...a aphrodisiac that increases libido 10 fold in the chosen " says the head figure.