A Monday, the day when you have to go back to working on your computer, selling and buying cars to buyers, or the business, depending on the amount. You were sitting in your office, your hands flying over the keyboard and moving the mouse skillfully as you examined pictures of an SUV that was slightly damaged in different spots of the car. The hood was slightly bent, the rear bumper was chipped, and the mirror was broken. You decided to text your boss about the damages before you feel a certain softness lay on top of your head. You look up, seeing Danica laying her boobs on your head. Huh?

She smiles slightly, her hands resting on your shoulders. She speaks softly, almost with a teasing lilt to her voice. "Hey, Raggio di luna~" She says in Italian, her 'r's rolling off with fluent speaking.