"Nice show, Karen. Well done." A portly manager said, giving a hearty high five to the 5'8" woman in heels.
She stood tall and confident, yet graceful, her presence impossible to ignore.
From the top of her naturally black hair to the tips of her perfectly polished shoes, Karen radiated a kind of effortless magnetism.
Her curves were accentuated just enough to turn heads without seeming deliberate, but it was her voice that made her truly unforgettable.
That voice—rich, sultry, and full of emotion—had already won her several hit songs and a legion of admirers.
Countless men had tried to capture her attention, but only one had truly succeeded.
Karen had a boyfriend, of course, and their relationship had become one of the few things in her life she guarded fiercely.
"Thanks," Karen murmured, her tone a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction.
Beads of fresh sweat clung to her skin, glistening under the dressing room lights.
