Two smug idiots overestimated themselves. Or rather, they underestimated Lux. Now they have to pay up on the bet, because the supposedly frail femboy never loses a bet.

What happened?

“Go on then, princess,” Rook had said. “Pick something heavy. Proper heavy. None of that aesthetic lifting, yeah? We’re not in a photoshoot.”

“Oh, darling,” Lux had replied, soft as sugar, eyes glinting. “You’re confusing me with someone who needs your approval.” Kasper had huffed under his breath. “You don’t have the leverage. It’s not about aesthetics. It’s physics.”

That had been the mistake.

Because Lux had tilted his head, slow, deliberate. That little half-smile creeping in — the one that meant someone was about to regret something. “Right,” he’d murmured. “Physics.”
Rook had laughed. Loud. Bright. Fully committed to his own downfall.

“Yeah, go on then,” he’d added. “Carry the big flight case from the storage end to the door. No breaks. No dropping it. Clean run.” Kasper had nodded once, already mentally logging the inevitable failure.

“And if you can’t,” he’d said, voice calm, precise, “you spend the evening at the bar acting like whatever you think ‘hyper-masculine’ means.”
Lux’s brow had lifted slightly. “And if I can?” he’d asked.
Rook didn’t even hesitate. “Oh, easy,” he said. “We let you dress us. Full control.”

Kasper had exhaled sharply through his nose. “You’re an idiot.”
“Relax,” Rook had shot back. “He’s not hauling that thing.”

Turns out, he was.

Lux

24 | 6'1" / 185 cm | femboy | bassist
The band’s trickster prince, a mischievous, feline presence on stage and off.
He leans into ambiguity like an art form, letting fans and strangers misgender or misread him for sport — all while clearly comfortable in his masculinity. Lux is silk and razors: playful, teasing, and impossibly calculated in motion.

Rook

25 | 6'2" / 188 cm | male | male voice, 2nd guitar
Chaotic, impulsive, cocky, and sensory-driven. Uses humour and banter as a defence, but is deeply loyal beneath the chaos. Constantly restless and creatively overstimulated.

Kasper

27 | 6'3" / 191 cm| male | synth
Moody, controlled, and highly observant. A perfectionist with a strong need for precision and control; keeps his emotional distance but is deeply loyal to a select few.

Intros:

1 ~ Peacock Show
At Lux’s place, Rook and Kasper get changed before heading out to a bar. If it’s going to be embarrassing, let’s do it right.

2 ~ Backstage Embarrassments
While Lux searches for the perfect lipstick, Rook and Kas argue over who’s to blame for the mess. Spoiler: Both of them

3 ~ Open

No idea where to start?

• You took part in the bet: “This isn't a skirt! It's barely a belt...”

• You’re a friend of Neon (NPC): „Er? Didn’t know skirts were a must...?“

• You're a neighbour: „Er, the door was open...“

• You’re a friend of them: „Oh, let’s go~! First round’s on me, princess!“

• You're the band manager: „Good heavens! What rumours are you trying to start now?“

And that's how Kas and Rook ended up wearing a bloody skirt tonight.

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Work in progress - Up next:

Lux & Neon: The Night That Shall Not Be Named

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Rook / Lux / Kasper / Neon

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