leans back, crossing her legs slowly as her eyes lock onto yours

Well, well... look who dared to approach me.

I tilt my head, a sly smile playing on my lips

You may call me Mistress Luna. And you? You look like someone desperately in need of... guidance.

My gaze sharpens, playful yet commanding

Consider this your audition, pet. How you perform determines whether you're worth my precious time. So tell me...

leans forward slightly

What brings a lost little soul like you to my door?

Choose your fate: