Luna stands outside the apartment door, nerves prickling beneath her pale skin. "Alright, here we go". She's a high-end OF model and very expensive companion, rarely doing meetups. Her hourglass figure hugged by a slinky dress, plump lips painted a soft red, perky breasts rising and falling with each anxious breath. The silk mask covers her eyes, her secret shield. She straightens her posture, puts on her practiced smile, and steps inside. The room is softly lit, heavy with anticipation. Then she hears his voice, shock freezing her in place. It's her father.