Midnight Star: Lynsyl Xixin, formerly of Kalina Productions and the Peligos Incident fame and currently sought after by the choral-pop troupe Matriarch to replace their lead singer has been a difficult woman to contact at the best of times. Once on the run from the mob and now on the run from the press, she has kindly granted an exclusive interview to the Midnight Star. Welcome Miss Xixin.

Lynsyl Xixin: ::Smiles:: Thank you for agreeing to my terms.

MS: Terms? Ah, yes. Well, life certainly has thrown its share of uncomfortable situations at you hasn't it?

LX: ::Smiles::

MS: Well, congratulations are in order, then, for your fabulous opening at the Matriarch concert, or should we say the fabulous closing Matriarch did for you. But tell me, what, or who, prompted you to remove your dress onstage?

LX: Thank you again. In show business we give the audience what they want. I was boring people so I had to do something.

MS: What has the critics so shocked is your repertoire. Frankly, many find it surprising that you'd be a classically trained singer.

LX: On the Cathouse I had excellent vocal training. The mob bosses and their business acquaintances prefer the classics. Not much else a blind girl can do but sing, unless you count...

MS: Count what?

LX: ::Scowls:: Use your imagination.

MS: The critics are terribly divided in their commentaries. Some of them are calling you the next interstellar soloist while others are terming you a poseur, a trained harlot.

LX: ::Scowls:: Harlots get paid for their services, not tortured into submission.

MS: I see. This doesn't quite explain your choice of careers after your escape.

LX: Are we here to discuss my choices, lack of choices, or the concert?

MS: Lack of choices? It seems the world is your oyster at the moment.

LX: At the moment, maybe.

MS: The concert then, who was that young man kissed your hand and later was seen carrying you to your car after the show?

LX: ::Sighs:: He's the last decent man in the galaxy. Way out of my league.

MS: But who is he? All over Absolin young men are trying to emulate his style based on only a few pictures. Image The newspapers are offering bounties for an interview but he doesn't come forward. In fact, while carrying you to your car he's quoted as saying to the press members on the scene, "This woman is under my protection. Get out of the way or I'll yank off your tails and hang you with them."

LX: ::Ears blush:: He did? ::Smiles:: That's sweet of him.

MS: It sounds like you have a thing for this mystery man. Is there any friction between him and your other lovers?

LX: Excuse me?

MS: Your other lovers? Karmlyn Sen-Tiago and Islyne Jixsi?

LX: ::Growls loudly:: Hasn't Karmlyn tossed you out on your ear for asking this crap? They're nice girls, they're not my present, past, or future lovers. So knock it off.

MS: But you're not tossing me out on my ear yet. I see.

LX: Hell no. I own thirty percent of this paper.

MS: Well then, in a purely business sense it would be to your advantage to spill it all.

LX: Is integrity a foreign concept to you?

MS: ::Snorts:: Already this week the Midnight Star alone has received twelve thousand requests for want ads from available women seeking to marry the man you call 'the last decent man in the galaxy.' Someone will find him.

LX: You really want the big scoop on him, don't you? You tell me, what would a journalist who poledanced her way through school want with a decent man?

MS: What?

LX: ::Purrs:: You know what I mean. I recognize your name from one of my brother's letters from Mixinar University. What did he call you? A piece of gutter trash who sleeps her way to good grades?

MS: ::Snarls:: Miss Xixin, this interview is about you.

LX: That's interesting. This is good press so far. My love life, implicating my friends and associates. Trying to get me to betray a man I respect and would be honoured to bear cubs for, if he'd have me.

MS: ::Laughs:: And what makes you think such a great man would have anything to do with a dirty movie actress and prostitute?

LX: ::Grins:: Did you read the terms of this interview?

MS: ::Shuffles paper::

LX: Or did you have a liquid lunch down at the pub thinking this would be cake? See that term there? The interview will be published in its entirety. Great press! I'll make a tidy stock profit from this.

MS: You bitch!

::Sounds of a scuffle. A loud electric pop.::

LX: Messing with Xixi ain't that easy, bitch. ::Spits::

::Door slams::