Stripper, Goth Boy, and Pop Star

Chapter 3: VIP Lounge

After the show Mavis heads towards the VIP lounge to relax, one of the security guards allowed her through while the other guard kept a look out for any trespassers trying to get to their queen the two guards were reptiles since the brunette created them to be like that.

"My queen there's a man named Michael Jackson who wants to see you." 

"Let him in my lovely reptile."

"Yes your majesty..."

Michael steps into the lounge before he sat down he bowed since this chick was known as a 'queen' around the night club, people were afraid shitless of her so they would do the same just to show their respect.

Or otherwise they would've ended up being ripped apart.

Piece by piece.

"Hello your majesty it's a pleasure to meet you in person." Michael said.

Mavis's eyes change from brown to a light purple color, it didn't show much because she didn't want Michael to question why so she closed her eyes and re-opened them.

One of the security guards walk up towards Mavis, handing her a bloody Mary which was her favorite but it was mixed with souls just to help her control this 'problem' of hers she smiles at him but before he walked out.

"There's a Jozzer here to see you."

"Send him."

"Yes my queen."

Michael was confused on who this 'Jozzer' person is but he had to focus on his conversation with the young woman sitting in front of him with her legs crossed that all ended when he was about to speak a red headed man steps in and bows down.

"You must be the queen."

Mavis smirks as she gets up from her spot on the sofa walking over towards him, placing her hands on his chest while walking around him in a circle.

"Yes I am and you must be..."

"Jozzer ma'am." He replies.

Slowly yet softly grabbing a hold of her left hand planting a kiss on Mavis's knuckles, he smiles and looks up into her eyes.

Seeing them change color.

"Who are you?"

"You'll find out soon." Mavis whispered.