In the land of sex, drugs, and rock and roll, one law stands above all others:
You must rock the fuck out.

Ember and the air-breathers she calls band mates don't care about being the best musicians in the industry. They don't expect to win any awards—their sound is subpar, the bassist has no talent whatsoever, and they're just getting by on good looks and energy.

What matters most is the afterparty.

Includes: Cursing, drunk (consensual) sex, and the devil's music.
All characters are of age.

Commission for Red Ignis and Dezmo.