Her Biggest Fan (Preview)

I'm so out of it I can't remember how I start these things again. XD Either way, the preview for the next story, "Her Biggest Fan".

"The sound of the idol pop music blaring through Elliott’s earbuds preceded him as he made his way into the unusual knickknack shop. He had no memory of such a place being downtown at all, but yet here he was, surrounded by shelves in a room that should have in no way fit between its neighbors. At least half this place should have been the Chinese food place next door.
“Hello?” the dark haired boy called out, tossing his earbuds over his shoulder as he looked around.
It took a minute for a voice to ring out from the back, “Coming, coming,” the feminine voice groaned impatiently.
The woman who came to meet him was stunning. Fiery red hair framed her face, highlighting her golden eyes and the subtle femininity of her face. She looked like she'd just come away from some cosplay event, what with the wide brimmed witch’s hat on her head, and the corset dress that had to have taken hours for her to lace up on her own. She carried herself so casually though like it was everyday wear, bouncing on spatted heels to site herself down behind the counter.
He was so distracted by her look that her voice caught him by surprise. It was sultry, lower than he expected from someone so done up. “Welcome to Madam Materia’s Magical Menagerie, I'm Madam Materia, though just Matty is fine for customers,” she explained, resting a hard on her full chest, pushed up and out by her attire to highlight her exaggerated melons.
It took a shake of his head to snap him out of it, his dark eyes darting up from get tits to try and lock with her intimidating treasures. “You’re-“ he stammered with flush in his cheeks.
Her ruby lips curled up into a grin, “Beautiful? Picturesque? Surreal?” she offered with a teasing shimmy of her shoulders.
It was like she'd read his mind, leaving him tongue tied as he attempted to collect himself. All were accurate depictions of the witch-dressed woman, though not what he wanted to say. Was there even a word for it? Something between the most beautiful woman he'd seen in person, and the most terrifying with her unabashed confidence.
“You’re sublime miss Matty,” the flustered boy managed.
The witch-dressed woman gave a giggle, hiding her smile behind her fingers. “Madam, not miss,” she corrected, resting on her elbows and letting her tits spill over her forearms, “So what brings you into my midst today then?”
Elliott honestly didn’t really know, recalling what she’d just told him. “You said ‘magical'?” he inquired curiously.
“I did,” the redhead replied simply, cocking her head to the side with a playful little smirk.
His cheeks reddened at her cool response. “Well um… What kind of magic?” he asked her.
Slowly the coy woman rose, golden eyes flashing mischievously, “What kind are you looking for?” she countered, heels clicking on the floor as she walked around the counter.
For such an obvious question he didn’t have an answer, only what he was imagining. Her lilting voice was washing against his senses from the earbuds hanging over his shoulder; Aurora Starr. She was an angel given form, a pop star with a siren song voice and a smile that could melt through even the coldest winter. Absolute perfection.
He was smitten, but what chance was there for him? He was a nobody, just one fan among tens of thousands that probably felt the same way. A face in the crowd, admiring her from afar. So far in fact he'd never even been to one of her concerts. Not that he didn’t want to go, but they were way out of his reach. Too expensive, and they sold out within minutes of going live. So he caught every live stream, followed all her social media, and bought every bit of support he could.
Materia's giggle snapped him from his reverie, and he found the redheaded witch had somehow slipped by him to the shelves. “Hmhm, a star struck crush,” she mused to herself, “Well I've plenty of magic for something like that.”
A chill ran up his spine at how easily she nailed his thoughts on the nose. “How did you-“ he started only to be cut off by her raised hand.
“Please Elliott,” she called him out, walking her fingers over the shelf to find what she was looking for, “you’re as obvious as any other mortal that walks into my little abode.”
Mortal? Obvious? And how did she know his name, he didn’t remember ever telling her? “Sorry miss-“ he was quick to correct himself, “Madam Matty,” he apologized for his naivety. The place was magical right? So of course she probably was too.
She just chuckled, wiggling her hips up and down as she picked out a small velvet box. “Here we are,” she purred, turning her golden eyes to him, staring through his very being, “A gift for your little northern star, that should help put you in her spotlight.”
Swallowing nervously the dark haired boy accepted the box, taking a peek under its hinged lid to see the chained bracelet inside. The wrist worn part was adorned with a series of prismatic gems, and leading to where it would loop around a finger was a glorious woven pattern. It must have cost a fortune to make, but on top of that, “What does it do?” he asked the saleswoman.
The witchy woman smirked at the question, “It'll let you stand out from the crowd, give her something no one else can,” she explained, gliding around her customer as he followed her with his eyes, “Then you'll get to meet the real her.”
Anyone could give her a bracelet, what made this so special? Matty seemed to have confidence in the trinket though, and whatever mysterious magic it had. Now was for the hard part though, “How much is it? I’m afraid I don’t have much money,” he admitted.
With a giggle the redhead waved her hand dismissively, “Please, there are more valuable things in this reality than money,” she scoffed playfully, “I’ll get my payment when I see the smile on your star’s face,” she explained to the boy.
Swelling with hope Elliott couldn’t keep the smile from his face. “Th-thank you madam Matty,” he spat quickly, holding the little bauble tightly, “I promise that it'll be the best smile you've ever seen.”
With that he scurried out, leaving the madam to saunter back to her counter, “I dunno,” she mused thoughtfully, a smirk crossing her ruby lips, “I’ve seen quite a few.” " - "Her Biggest Fan" by Madam Materia