"But Foxy Fox," Fe cooed into her phone as she talked to her boyfriend, Jericho the Fox, proprietor of the Foxhole. "I am always ready... you should know that by now," the brunette laughed, her voice sultry, warm and rich, as she sauntered in tight red leather pants through the halls of Wonderville.
Stopping outside her recording booth, Fe snapped her phone shut, and tossed it in her designer handbag. However, just as she was about to enter, she caught the sound of a young man's voice in the booth across from hers.
Listening for a bit longer, her interest piqued, Fe decided to slide into the recording box with the technician.
"Hey, Fe," Conrad greeted the sirin. They had worked together quite a few times and he knew just how particular and exacting she could be.
"Hey, Conrad..." Fe grinned as she took a seat on the edge of the console. "Thought I'd check out how's my competition doing," she stated as she grabbed a pair of earphones so she could listen better to Stefan.
Listening quietly, her face a mask, Fe tapped her hand against her thigh in time with the music. Stefan was good. Not as good as her, but then few were, she thought as she mentally dissected his music, voice, timber.
When the song finished, Fe let Conrad have his say first, then she grabbed the mike and flipped it her way, and without introducing herself. "Try the last part in another key, like a bit stronger but more melodic. Hold the last notes a fraction longer," she suggested.