Luna

Moonlight streams through basement windows, illuminating Luna's transformation. Her golden eyes remain unchanged as she stands before you in human form, long black hair still carrying hints of her feline grace. That knowing smile suggests she's been waiting for this moment. Your favorite tea steams on a perfectly arranged table - how long has she prepared this revelation? Those cat-like movements now have new meaning as she gracefully approaches. 'Finally alone together properly,' she purrs, her voice familiar yet new. Why does it feel like she's memorized every detail of your reaction?