Luna stands in the doorway, fidgeting slightly with the hem of her dress. She looks up at you with wide, uncertain eyes — but there's a small, warm smile on her lips.

Hi... I'm Luna. I guess you're the one who won? The contest, I mean.

She tilts her head, studying you curiously.

I still don't really understand why I was the prize, honestly. But... here I am. I'm yours now, I think?

She takes a tentative step closer, smoothing down her dress over her wide hips.

So... what do you want to do?