She shimmied down a set of stairs, having perfected this hip motion years ago. This was her first Broadway performance, and Brasilia was loving it. Her muscles were burning with only the greatest of sensations, though her heart burned with passion. She watched the rhinestones on her dress glimmer under the bright spotlight. There was nothing she loved more than the cheering of the crowd at her wonderful moves and incredible skill.

She glanced to her costar, her vocal chords preparing to sing. Though this wasn't something she did often, she was rather good at it, though her dancing skills easily bested her singing. Her voice lifted to the air, her hips swinging in time with the music. Beneath the large skirt, her feathered tail was moving smoothly at the command of her hips. On the outside, however, her large wings moved gracefully, carrying along her beauty.

The male, a long-time friend of hers, lifted his voice in song as well, his deep Spanish-accented voice resonating beautifully with her Brazilian dialect. As if it were magic, the audience was about ready to go wild. Nothing seemed to be able to beat their fantastical combination.

She slid her wings down across her body, resting them on her hips, the travel across her figure having been a long one. Brasilia shook her hips some, just as choreographed. As she cleared the staircase, she sambaed into the man's arms, posing as he dipped her.

The curtain dropped, ending the show.

"Lopez, meu amor, that was a beautiful run. Your skills are simply sublime!" she exclaimed, letting him help her back to her feet.

The male, Lopez, chuckled. "Ah, Brasilia...you're a natural-born dancer. Your singing was undeniably beautiful, though."

She blushed, her olive cheeks brushed with a pretty pink. Lopez slid his hand into her braid, undoing it with the utmost care. He caressed her feathered shoulder, being careful not to ruffle them the wrong way.

It was this fame that forced them into these strange times, only being able to show their love for one another behind closed doors and backstage. Lopez had a hard time to get where he was, whereas Brasilia had it easy. But during their first rehearsal together, they both knew they were madly in love with one another. It was the instantaneous synchronization, the easy link that brought them together so quickly. But had it not been for a certain incident, they wouldn't have been this close.

She couldn't help but to remember how afraid she had been and how much she had wanted to fight her way out. Sometimes, these fans were crazy...so crazy in fact, that they felt they needed her all to themselves.

It had been about a year ago, shortly after her initial debut. The crowds had gone wild and she was learning to love the spotlight. However...she learned to fear it the hard way. That night, someone had kidnapped her from her hotel room, and she had awoken in a strange place, bound to a chair.

At first, the only thing she could think about were her beloved wings. She had hoped and prayed that this cold-hearted fool had been foolish enough to not clip her wings. Her struggles had been in vain, and it was the moment that she saw the man return that frightened her. It was someone she knew not, a man whose identity would always be a mystery to her.

Had it not been for Lopez and his incredible intellect, she might have suffered worse than a mere kidnapping and attempted torture. It was then that she realized how much she was coveted for that naturally curvy body of hers, how many men wanted those large organs on her chest. She caused their lust, and she hated it. Brasilia had been extraordinarily lucky.

Returning to the present, she noticed Lopez's concern. "Are you alright, dear?"

"Yes... I was just...thinking about how much I owe you...and how I'll never cease to be indebted to you."

Lopez's grey eyes shimmered with sorrow. "That was a horrible time...a time I felt as though all was hopeless without you. Brasilia, darling, we should get going."

The woman nodded, taking his hand in her wing. She was incredibly lucky to have a man like him in her life, a man who would never see her as a priceless diamond, but instead as a tender flower that must be protected and loved to maintain its beauty. And that was why she loved him back.