You go for it anyway

Her charisma has you by the balls pretty much since you can't think about anyone else but her. Even if you never get to be friends with her you can say that you tried, right?

You hop on the sound stage and Iris looks at you tilting her head, making that weird erect tower of hair on top of her head defy gravity. "What are you doing, are you drunk already? Literally everywhere else is ok to be except on, the, stage. You are really killing me girl..."

You think that she's over-reacting and you just give a half smile and put your hands togeather on your chest cutely. "Uhh, I just wanted to kinda help, you know..." You are a dumb blonde but it's not like you like it or anything.

"I swear to... Hmmm, fine, you know. I'm so lonely by my lonesome. I cry everytime I'm away from amazing people like you. I can't take it anymore." Her voice is dryer than the sahara desert and you can hear obvious hints of sarcasm. "Eh, so was that a yes?"

"No."

She turns around and plugs in two more cables and puts the headset on. You feel stupid and akward. This really is hard, damnit. She turns her laptop on and plugs it in the main wiresystem. She even has that music mixing table or whatever.

You think she's just so cool as she tests all kinds of settings before stopping the generic and honestly boring soundtrack from playing. It's quiet for a second, but then a more energetic, fun and invigorating sound replaces it and the few new machines make it light years better. You feel funny and almost like laughing - it's like you are listening to your favorite artist's music live on a music festival or something.

The music is really good and some people are dancing pretty well on the floor. You can't help but to look at Iris' big eyes - your hands clenched on both your cheeks, like a 12 year old fan-girl or something. Iris doesn't actally do much on the stage she just manages the music outcome and adjust only some parts of the tracks.

A few minutes turn into ten minutes and that turns into half an hour of you just being horny for Iris and her amzing sense of music. Well, maybe not 'horny' as in horny, since you are totally not-wet and flaccid, but you are surely the one faning out the most.

Suddenly Chelsie the demon chick enters the stage and tells the skeleton girl something. Iris puts the music down enough for her smokey voice to go through it.

"Alright listen up. We are having a planed event coming up, let's get upstairs everyone." She turns the music off and people start moving in the direction of the staircase. You try to get a grip as Iris walks past you. You turn red and you feel a bit funny behind your ballsack.

Suddenly Iris raises her index finger and turns to you. Her black stare makes you gasp and your pussy twitch - you muffle your embarrasing moan and look away coy.

"Look, March. I, I... Hm..." She uh, 'rolls her eyes', and crosses her skinny arms over her distinct ribcage shirt: "Eeh, don't look at me like that anymore. I don't like getting stared at, ok? For real though, it makes me... unconfortable." She says the last part a bit shyly and breaths out deeply. She takes a black fan out of her pocket and starts cooling her face. She actually looks pretty delicate.

You nod and feel bad. "I... I won't bother you again..." You didn't want to say that, but kinda had to. "Eh, no. Shut the hell up, don't talk like a dumbass. You have obviously a thing for me, so... let's work it out after this, right?" She is hiding her face behind the fan and only partialy looking at you. You have your mouth agape and a look of pretty honest concern is layed out on it.

Are you actually getting somewhere? For now you get upstairs with everybody else. It looks like the two girls dressed as a one horse and the robot girl Veronica are having trouble getting up the stairs. However when everyone is finally up Iris as well as Chelsie and Natasha, the siblings who arranged this party, do a little speech.

"Everyone, everyone! It's time for the glow show, hiyaaa!"

"Like last year we'll be making a big mess with glow fluids. It's fantastic."

"Yes, everyone new listen closely, 'cause I'll go through the general idea."

Iris is as cool as always as she takes the lead: "It's pretty much like last year, but now we have two guns. So we get two victims. Anyway, for all newbies: everyone writes a name on a paper slip and our hosts take out two names from the bunch. Last year it was one, this year it's two guests and they will try to pretty much paint the other person from head to toe in the colours. The cartirage is not that big, it's about two desiliters so we go about ten rounds. The one with the less coverage wins and gets the ugh... 'prize' ."

Iris stops suddenly and takes the goth fan out of her pocket. She fans herself a bit and continues: "The sisters have the prizes all figured out so, fuck it's hot in here, have fun I guess..." She leaves looking irretated and goes outside on the balcony.

"Hmm'm, we have a 'prize' for the victorious attendee. I hope everyone here has an open mind and is ok with trying out new thing, hmm?"

"Yeah, all that, and you'll be either on my team or hers, so keep that in mind too."

For now you don't really think how dumb this sounds, I mean it is pretty sketchy. You gulp and start thinking about the 'prize'. People are already talking loudly and you are all given a small piece of paper and a pencil. You can think of two people that you'd really want to see at odds in there. One is yourself obviously, but also Iris - she propably hates games like this, but seeing some color on her makes you really happy in advance, even if she wouldn't like it herself. She's actually more than just a pitch black emo girl, but she might not know it herself.