You decide it's best to face the music. You're going to need help - no matter the danger. The door opens and the star walks in. It is the same woman as the posters - Elesa. She is even more glamorous in person, as a walking giant celebrity that you feel you should be in awe of. Even from what seems like miles away (which is actually just a few metres) she takes up the whole world and the light bounces off of her golden hair and shiny clothing.
Elesa walks to the dressing table, apparently exhausted yet still taking the large powerful strides of a master of the catwalk. She hums the music from her performance and sits down at her dressing table, reapplying the makeup that got ruined by that awful glaring spotlight, taking off some of the less successful accessories from the modelling, and nodding to the tiny person on the desk.
Elesa stops. The two of you just stare at each other, shocked at the impossible situation you are both locked in. Her eyes widen in surprise, her lips move a little - the glitter on her lipstick bobs comically - and she just trembles for a moment.
"...AAAAIIIEEE!" She shrieks. You flinch back at the solid wall of noise that hits you, but at least it doesn't hurt as much as the huge hand that slams down and swats you.
*
You groan in delayed pain as you wake up, finding yourself...
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