Special Show

In the vast cosmos, the voice of the Halovian songstress was recognised among many star systems. Her popularity as both an idol and follower of the Harmony was common knowledge. Her sweet and gentle nature was felt by all through her songs. And her angelic beauty and grace was something that captured every person's heart.

This was why many had come to believe that the renowned Miss Robin was a figure who embodied all that is wondrous in the world. However, if one were to dig deep enough, they would hear whispers of another side to this popular figure.

Which was what the ever-so-curious Stelle caught wind of during her part-time job as a bartender.

"A club worker?" Stelle asked her regular customer, a walking TV named Lady.

"Yeah, some say they saw her working in this nightclub," the customer said. "You'd think an intergalactic star like her wouldn't have any financial problems."

"Maybe she just needs pocket money, I do it often," Stelle replied while giving a weary smile.

Lady then placed two of her fingers on her screen as if she was cupping her chin. "I guess so, but why a nightclub?"

Stelle returned to her job as a bartender, choosing not to dwell too much on her customer's gossip. As a trailblazer travelling through the stars, working for money wasn't all that weird, she and the rest of her companions did it a lot. Whether it was testing for the genius Madame Herta or running an entire museum, working was just another day in her life. Still, she could somewhat understand why a celebrity working in the middle of the night would seem odd. She had thought Miss Robin would have everything handed to her with no problem, but then she thought that she only had a brief interaction with the Halovian so what would she know?

After her shift, Stelle walked out of the bar and made her way back to Golden Hour to enjoy herself for a bit before heading back to her room. As per usual the hustle and bustle of the dreamscape was not to be underestimated, even when it felt like it was way past midnight, the golden lights of the buildings still shone brightly. People were still out and about, drinking, eating and singing without any care of the world. Vendors were still earning money, the restaurants were still cooking and the countless shops still had their mannequins on full display. And in the middle of all this, the young woman gazed at it all with a curious glint in her eyes.

"Now what should I do?" she thought as she turned her head from side to side.

"Hmm? Oh is that you bartender?"

A familiar voice followed by some clanking metal. Turning around her golden eyes then met a golden dog.

"It is you!" the dog said while its tail wagged from side to side. "Are you here to enjoy the dreamscape's treasure?"

"Mr Bigwig. Yeah I am," she replied. "Any recommendations?"

"What are you looking for? Food, games, music... maybe a good time?" If he had eyebrows then maybe he would raise them, but all the mechanical dog could do was give a ghost of a side-eye.

Stelle pondered her choices, but for a path-strider following the path of the Trailblaze there was only one answer.

"Surprise me!" she declared with her hand on her hips.

Mr Big Wig gave a hearty cackle, amused by his bartender's comment. "Alright then."

The mechanical dog then handed Stelle a ticket to a club and gave her directions. It was fairly close but seemed to be in a hidden area with a passcode. Which obviously, sent some alarm bells ringing in the trailblazer's ears. A club that needed a code and was hidden only meant it was either elite, illegal or both.