Thread: Star-Struck [TGG x King]

Morgana Silver was a new woman in both respects of life, and in stability. Often throughout her years in High School, and after growing up with tempered parents, a predisposition for achieving greatness, and an absolute charge of always having to succeed, would push anyone into their rebellious phase early. After graduating from high school several years early, and in the middle of her freshman year in College, she decided to shake things up. Much to her parents' disapproval, the young hybrid spent her adolescent years flaunting her ability to apply her intelligence, with the idea that escaping reality in movies and television was far better than focusing only on her studies. Upon turning Eighteen, she signed up to get numerous tattoos, and auditioned for a film. Little did she know, that she committed the ultimate rookie mistake, in not seeing what she had signed onto. She had been contracted, for a whole year of Adult Film Making sessions, supposedly to collect the biggest check she could even fathom. Aside from the small literary blunder, it proved to be the most fortuitous situation after all, considering she was auditioning for multiple companies and yet, none had officially agreed to sign her on. The sort of job fair of intellectual Adult industry had been in an understanding throughout the year itself. Most of her work consisted only of solo scenes and toying with herself, as much of her own interest and those of her fans were simple. Morgana found herself in one of the many events that would go on through the year, except the idea of going through the motions had been shattered. A friend of hers, who went by the stage name of Amber, was by her side as they were checked into the stadium and were allowed inside. After of course, having been asked by at least three people if she was legal. A testament to her forever baby-face, that tended to set her back far much more than one should expect from professionals. After flashing her identification card several times, she finally made her way inside, where the smell of body oils and masculinity permeated the air all around her. Dressed in her usual casual clothing, that donned the loose crop top of hers, along with a set of flattering yoga pants and sneakers, did she decide it was a relaxing day instead of the routine dressing and undressing of being at a shoot. It was refreshing, to be honest. The multiple booths and convention-style partitions of everyone she recognized and strangers alike, were welcomed in the decedent debauchery of relations. None that she knew of, however, considering she was simply wandering with her counterpart. He should be around here somewhere... Oh! There! Her friend Amber would point out, as one of the partitions in the distance had been structured somewhat differently than the other ones surrounding them. Morgana followed behind blindly, and craned her neck as she could only walk behind the blonde woman with a sense of worry. Being much shorter than the average female at four-foot-eleven, her perspective of what and who, had been skewed from the day she stopped growing. There was a line of people, though Amber simply circumvented the process by going around, and welcoming the large men standing in security. There was a panel going on, along with the release of some Adult Film as well. Morgana looked on with a suspicious set of eyes, as her friend told her to stay backstage, where she'd go and find the man she wanted to have her meet so badly. About five minutes had gone by, before the large blonde woman returned, a smile bright on her face that reached from ear to ear. Here she is... my friend Morgana . Mr. Stone, meet your biggest fan, like, seriously... Amber would giggle, and stand behind the raven-haired girl. Her eyes went wide, and a nervously hysterical rush of screeching panic hit her. It was him. Standing there.