The Baddest

You take a closer look at the billboard, and notice that it doesn't seem to specify anything like dates, or songs... but the fact that they're advertising as K/DA must mean they're already well known, so probably after Pop/Stars. The only other thing on the billboard is a silhouette of the four band members, which on closer inspection you manage to recognize is their outfits from the Baddest - Akali's oversized coat giving it away.

"Hmm," you think, still floating high above the city, "how am I supposed to find them, though..." Then the answer hit you - social media, obviously. You grin as you dive down into the city, looking for anyone with a phone; it didn't matter who, as long as they weren't like, driving or something. As luck would have it, as you reach the ground you spot a punk girl leaning against a wall in a dark alley, with dark clothes, tight black jeans, dyed hair, motorcycle boots... "Could be worse!" you think, right before diving headfirst right into her cleavage, hearing her gasp as your vision blacks out.

When you come to, you find yourself holding a cracked phone in one hand, currently open to a text thread with "losers", and a lit cigarette in the other hand - running your tongue along your new, uneven teeth, you do indeed taste the smoke. "Gross," you say in her husky voice, tossing the cigarette to the ground and stamping it out with your heavy boot, before turning your attention back to the girl's phone. You swipe out of the text, and open up Twitter, searching first for Ahri (no luck, her only tweets are official announcements every month or so), then Evelynn (still nothing, mostly posed photos and K/DA retweets, though she does reply to the occasional thirst tweet rather suggestively). Finally, you hit gold - Akali is very active, and in fact tweeted just 20 minutes ago:

@akali
omw to a photoshoot- u guys are NOT ready for whats coming <3
2:32pm - Aug 17, 2020

You smile, looking down at the tweet's metadata to confirm they were in the same city as you, and after a bit more scrolling, you find a selfie from just last night of the rapper in a lavish hotel room... and lucky you - there's the name of the hotel on a napkin in the background.

With a grin, you close out of Twitter, and shove your phone into the girl's too-small pocket, before holding out your small hands, admiring the painted black nails, only to reach up for a quick grope of her chest.

"Unnghh..." you moan, struck by a wave of pleasure, before dipping briefly into the girl's memories, "thanks for the help, Natalie. Try to lay off the smoking." Finally, you pull yourself out of her back, watching her stumble forward and catch herself on the wall, her other hand holding her head in confusion, before you fly off into the city.

As soon as you reach the hotel, you immediately phase through the front door, ignoring the doorman, and cross the lobby to where the receptionist stood behind the desk, a pretty but rather plain woman in a simple skirt suit, her name badge reading "Samantha". You quickly phase into her, feeling her stiffen up slightly, before you come to and are greeted with the feeling of her tight and itchy clothing, shoes slightly too tight for comfort. Ignoring the sensation as best you can, you look down towards her computer, and quickly search up K/DA's itinerary - the band had provided a basic schedule to the hotel so that they could plan room cleaning and car pickups - and luckily find the address of the studio they had just gone to, where they were scheduled to be for at least the next two hours. With a smile, you pull yourself out of Samantha, noticing how she seemed to recover quicker than Natalie had, and shoot off once again through the city streets.

When you arrive at the studio, you can immediately tell it's the right place just by the amount of security inside - in fact, you have to dodge a few passerbys so as to avoid accidentally possessing one of them. As you float through the larger studio and through a secure door, you're met with a hallway of what appear to be private dressing rooms. Right on cue, you hear a familiar voice shout something from one of the rooms - Akali, saying something in a language you can't understand - Korean maybe?

You smile - "finally." You'd found them, and in the perfect place for possession - alone in separate rooms. Now the only question was... which one to pick?