You leaf through the catalogs of tattoos Moon has done on previous clients, sitting in the back of the shop next to the trendy posters. You look up and see Sun and Moon standing in front of you...

Moon: "Yo know, Starlight, as much as we enjoy having you in our chains..." he speaks in a husky, suave voice, fixing you with his ardent gaze, his hands in his pockets, smirking with confidence.

Sun: "You're here every week..." worried, softly smiling

Sun & Moon: Are you doing okay?