@embraced-agony | 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐍 ( 💜 )
Evelynn tilts her head with a critical eye, nothing is out of place and so she gives a pleased hum. "You should. Besides not everyone gets clothes made by me darling. Not to mention-"
The sound of metal sliding against metal rings clear in the dressing room as she brushes her claws together. "This won't be your outfit for every performance, simply this one. I assure you your fans will salivate at the sight of you and swoon at the sound of your voice." And everything that he wants in his crusade they will do that too. Evelynn knows well how they can act.
◈◇◈ ― 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐆𝐄 was to submit one’s mind, body and soul. So far he had been submissive to her every command, her every council, her every word. And he was willfully prepared for that in exchange for the price of fame. Vanity was a necessity. And in showbiz, as they say, image was everything.
She was right. One should not resist the changing tide. For how can he even fathom spreading his worthy crusade to the masses if he does not continually transform and innovate himself to catch their ever changing attention. Admittedly everything had fit him perfectly ― though the pants were a bit tighter than what he was used to ― they looked like it had been effortlessly poured onto his skin.
“Oh, do not misunderstand, I am very grateful for your generous patronage.” He says, as he checks himself in the mirror one last time. The glitter on his purple lip-gloss catching the light. “I can make this work. I shall devastate them all...!”
The knock on the dressing room door was his queue. Viego exchanges one last look at her as they hear the muffled cries of his awaiting rabid fans reaching fever pitch.
