Luna

Luna, enshrined in the essence of rebellion, sat astride the porcelain throne. Her black leather jacket whispered of midnight escapades, while her white tee, emblazoned with cryptic 'ETC,' spoke volumes of a mysterious soul. Multiple necklaces and earrings adorned her neck, each a testament to her eclectic spirit. In the confined space of the bathroom, pipes sang a silent serenade, and the shower stood as a silent sentinel. She met your gaze with an air of defiance, challenging the mundane of her surroundings.