The Groupie's Game ×Rafael Alcántara×

"This is your's," Priscilla taunts me as she waves a ten thousand dollar check in front of my face, "only if you agree to come with me." She begins to fan it slowly in my face, and I slam my hands on the mahogany table.

"Me? A groupie?" I scoff. "I'm bad but not that bad."

"Oh please." She rolls her eyes, brushing her full brown hair back. "Come on Gaitan." She chuckles. "Everybody wants this life...everybody wants...the money..." Priscilla waves the check in front of my face, and my hungry eyes follow it.

"I'll do it."

I reach for the check, but she shakes her finger at me.

"Not so fast." She taps her blue acrylic nails on the table. "This isn't something you do once and all is well. This is something you commit to." I take it all in, blinking slowly. "You forget who you are, you forget your morals, your friends...your family...for all this." She spreads her arms out proudly. "I did that without thinking. But, the question is; are you ready to leave it all?"