Luna hits the showers

After what must have been twelve hours of rehearsal Luna finally heard those beautiful magical words leak from her manager mouth.

"Alright I think that's enough for the day." Ji-woo said in a matter-of-fact tone. "You can stop now."

"Thank you, ma'am." Luna moaned as she leaned forward and resting her hands on her knees. She wanted to collapse face first onto the stage, but she didn't want Ji-woo to think she was that tired.

"You have the choreography memorized, but there is still some stiffness in your movements, Seol-hee." Ji-woo said using Luna's real name. "We'll have to work on that tomorrow."

Luna said nothing. She wasn't sure she had the energy to speak. Instead, she simply flashed Ji-woo a thumbs up and headed off stage. Her aching body yelling at Luna to stop with every step. She needed a shower. Her muscles were burning and her entire body was caked in sweat. She had been pushed to her physical limits before, but this felt even further. Worst of all. She stank. Luna couldn't really complain; however, she had practically begged Ji-woo to be her manager even when so many other options were available. She was one of the best in the biz and taking on Luna had been a risk on her part. The idol industry was cutthroat and hated nothing more than controversy and with Luna splitting her time on stage with time saving the world as a superhero she was basically a scandal timebomb. Luna was popular but you never knew when a Superhero Civil war could break out and end up crashing her career and maybe even Ji-woo's if she wasn't careful.

Luna looked around, eyes half closed, as busy workers set things up backstage. The concert was in a few days away but Ji-woo worked everyone has hard as she worked her idols, so they were expected to have everything ready tonight. She suddenly felt a kinship with these people they too were working themselves ragged. She suddenly hoped there was something she could do. Someway to raise their spirits. Regardless that was a problem for another day, and Luna quickly realized there was a problem she needed to deal with now. A portable shower trailer that had been brought for her to use after rehearsal, but it was nowhere to be seen. She needed to find it before her body odder became too...pungent. Yes, even that could be scandalous.

Luna approached a nearby worker, a young woman in a blue jumpsuit checking the CO² tanks used to make the fog from earlier. She seemed busy checking off some things on her tablet but not TOO busy that Luna would feel bad by interrupting to ask a question.

"Excuse me." She asked. The woman turning around. "Do you know where I can fin-"

"AAAAHHH!" The woman squealed in a high-pitched voice. "Your Luna Snow! I collect all your tracks and and and I've been to a bunch of your concerts. Yes, I was working backstage BUT THAT STILL COUNTS."

'Oh crap,' Luna thought. 'She's a fan.'

Although Luna internally cursed herself for talking to this person, externally she was smiling brightly. She loved her fans and wanted to make them happy with her voice, but they were not the kind of people you wanted to run into while in a hurry. Or while she stank.

"Oh, I'm sorry." The woman said clasping her hands over her mouth. I'm not supposed to bother the talent. Ji-woo's orders."

"It's Chill." Luna smiled. "I actually need your help. Ms?"

"Oh, um I'm Sarang." She giggled. 'I'm talking with THE Luna Snow OMG.'

"Alright Sarang." Luna said trying to casually keep some distance. "I'm looking for the shower trailer. Any idea where I can find it."

"Oh yeah of course um," Sarang scrolled on her tablet. "The trailer is in the arena ring near the loading dock. Just go through that door behind you, can't miss it."

"Great!" Luna said her inner desperation coming out for a second. "I really appreciate the help, Sarang I owe you one."

Instinctively Luna stretched out her arm to offer a handshake but remembered her hands were sticky with sweat so instead she offered a very quick fistbump. Sarang's face lit up, she looked like she was about to laugh and cry at the same time. Sarang raised a shaky fist and slowly moved her knuckles into Luna's. She squealed with joy when their hands separated.

"See ya Sarang!" Luna sang as she literally skated to the loading dock to get their as fast as she could.

"Luna Snow knows my name," Sarang squealed her knees buckling from overstimulation. "Best day ever!"

***

The interior of the trailer was half bathroom half dressing room. On one side there was lockers a vanity mirror, and a mannequin for her ornate outfits. On the other was a sink, toilet and the shower she had been looking for. In the center was a metal bench. The bench was what she was after right now. The second she had closed the door and was alone all of her exhaustion hit her at once. She took two steps and collapsed face down onto the bench. It wasn't comfortable.

"Just need to close my eyes for a few seconds." Luna said before quickly passing out. She didn't know how long she was out but for Luna it didn't feel like more than a moment before she opened her eyes and instead of feeling tired, she felt groggy. She slowly sat up, holding the side of her head to keep it parallel with the rest of her. She looked down. Her outfit looked terrible wrinkled and awkwardly handing on to her body. Her jacket had slid down to her forearms; she shoes were already off and at some point, she had unbuckled her belt.

"Ok now for that shower," Luna moaned as she stood up and approached a hamper of the 'dressing room" side of the trailer. She dropped the jacket in first and proceeded to strip. First came her jewelry. Her earrings and choker dropping onto the vanity with a light clink. Next, she pulled off her gloves and stockings. The wet fabric resisted trying to stick to her skin. Luna had to slowly roll them up one at a time to get them off. The same could be said for her top but they weren't as tight and so relented easier. Her shorts were a little tougher. Luna fought significant resistance pressing them through her thick thighs.

Finally, Luna was down to her underwear. Her bra and panties were both half black and white just like her hair. Stripped down to just her unmentionables Luna realized just how much sweat they had absorbed. They felt like they now weighed a few tons each, and apparently her panties had twisted and some point giving her a major wedgie. She pulled the bra off with no trouble, but the second she yanked the panties out of her ass crack Luna felt a wave of euphoria gush from her brain.

"Oh yeah," Luna purred as she stepped out of her underwear. "That's the stuff."

The K-Pop star wasted no time jogging over to the shower. She pulled back the curtain, turned the nozzle, and let the cold water descend onto her. Luna smiled letting her arms go limb as the freezing water dragged sweat from her skin. Thanks to her powers the cold barely effected Luna but it still felt great agaisnt her bare skin.

She spends a few minutes like this before finally grabbing soap to start washing up. As her body became covered in suds, Luna's mind wondered back towards practice. Ji-woo told her she was too stiff too constricted. If she wanted to impress her new manager she'd need to loosen up. While doing the routine she needed to feel comfortable and limber. Like now.

"Oh," Luna blinked, taking a break from washing her pits. She looked around. For a trailer shower she had a fair bit of room. She was standing on a square metallic plate with slight inclines to ensure the water coalesced at the drain. She was surrounded by a mirky curtain to catch excess water and the tile wall with a small fog resistant mirror so she could see herself. As long as she faced the wall there was nothing solid in her range. As ridiculous as it sounded, she had plenty of room to dance. With a sly smirk she set down the soap and entered a standby state.

"This is so weird." Luna said and she started dancing. "But, hey if it works then why complain."