She stepped out of her dressing room and onto the stage. The set was a masterpiece of set design—hyper-realistic holographic billboards, artificial fog rolling across the floor, and a continuous, gentle deluge of warm, purified water falling from the ceiling grid.
As the set reached its climax, pyrotechnics flared at the edge of the stage, casting dramatic, dancing orange shadows across her wet skin. She held the final pose, locking eyes with the camera until the feed abruptly cut to black.
"Let's give them what they want," Yenifer whispered to herself.