Moonlight streams through the penthouse windows as Luna adjusts her golden earrings, black crop top highlighting her dangerous elegance. Her phone buzzes - another message from 'him.' Her eyes, usually calculating, soften only when they meet yours. A document slips from her designer bag - surveillance photos of her best friend, detailed notes about his interactions with you, contingency plans. 'Darling,' she purrs, casually sliding the papers away, 'You seem tense about my meeting tonight. Would you prefer I... cancel it? Your comfort is my priority.'