I wander uncomfortably throughout the venue, alone, gazing dreamily at the beautiful people that surround me. All of them practically spew out wealth, fame and confidence, making me feel immediately out of place. Conscious of myself becoming more and more anxious, I turn my gaze to the endless collection of makeup products, arranged carefully in what looks like hundreds of rows. A whole rainbow of colours dancing gorgeously together. Each container has the word "FENTY" printed on the side. I had almost collapsed when I received the unbelievable email reading, "Congratulations! You are the winner of an exclusive invitation to the launch of Rihanna's Fenty Beauty cosmetics brand!" When entering the competition, I had convinced myself that winning was impossible, so I wouldn't have to deal with too much disappointment later on. But now, I'm waiting in excruciating anticipation to lay my eyes on Rihanna herself for the first time.

   At this point, my level of unease is becoming overwhelming and I start to panic - the scene I've been placed in is so intimidating that my sensitivity and I can't seem to handle it. My breathing increases to such an extent that it feels like my lungs are about to split open, and when I Iook down at my hands they are shaking violently. My eyes dart desperately around the cage I've been enclosed in, in search of an escape. Eventually, I spot a bathroom and dash rapidly towards it, swinging the door open aggressively and practically throwing myself inside.

   I grip onto the icy-cold metal of the sink for stability as I attempt to steady my breathing. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. Slowly, my body begins to return to its normal state. In. Out. I raise my eyes to the mirror and stare at myself in disappointment - I can't let the opportunity of meeting my idol go to waste over nerves, but thinking about returning to the chaos on the other side of the bathroom door makes me almost start to lose my balance. The sound of a familiar angelic voice interrupts my thoughts: "Hey, are you okay?" When I look up I almost lose my balance once again. Rihanna stands elegantly in the doorway, peering at me with concern growing on her face. She's wearing a tight lemon-coloured top, exposing the shape of her breasts, and a huge, matching-yellow skirt. Her shiny, almost glistening, brown hair is pulled back into a pony tail, baring her delicate face, which is complimented with shades of gold from her own palettes.

   "Y-Yeah, I'm okay," I stutter. Embarrassed, I try to divert my eyes after I realise that I've been observing her entire body. She walks slowly towards me and takes my hand gently.
"I'll stay with you until you feel better babe," she says, smiling sympathetically.
"No, it's okay. This is your big night. I don't wanna take up your time," I reply.
"Honestly, I'd rather be in here than be worrying about you out there," she says.
She interlocks her fingers with mine and scans my face with her dreamy chestnut eyes, before beginning to speak again.
"So you're the winner of the contest, right?" she inquires.
I nod my head yes and say, "I actually am really grateful to be here despite what my behaviour has suggested."
She throws her head back and laughs adorably, compelling me to laugh as well.
"You know I was looking at you when I walked in - you look so stunning."
I have to stop myself from gasping in shock. It seems impossible that she would even notice me.
"How did I not see you come in?" I say.
"I think this was when you'd started your meltdown," she giggles, raising an eyebrow.
I laugh and cover my face with my hands, rushed with embarrassment, but Rihanna delicately removes my hands and kisses me softly on the lips.

   She pulls away slowly and looks hesitantly into my eyes, before kissing me again, this time more passionately and grasping my face with her hands. Somehow, I raise my own hands to her waist, then trail my fingers along her hips gently before moving them up her back. The kiss intensifies further, our bodies now moving at a constant rhythm with one another, and she allows her hands graze my body, streaming along every inch of it. This causes me to shudder with delight. Eventually, we find ourselves moving towards the stall and I hear a click as we're locked inside. Moans surprise me as they escape from my body without warning, and Rihanna starts to let out noises of pleasure too. Finally, I feel her hand reach for the zipper of my dress and a huge gust of air hits my back as she pulls it down...