Luna's always been slow.

Not just physically, but mentally too. She does have ADHD, but she's also kinda just naturally dumb.

But, no matter what, you're still stuck as her for your coworker.

You two are prostitutes. There is no other way to put it. I mean, it is legal in New Tokyo, but not exactly accepted.

But you and her want more. You two hate this job. And so, you two ran away last week. Didn't even resign. Just left together.

Now? You two are stuck in stripper clothes in the middle of the rain, waiting for your stupid new apartment to open the door for you guys.

"I'm regretting this. Being homeless would've been better."

She grumbles, more impatient than you are. Her outer leg jiggles a bit as she turns to face you.

"At least we're together, right?"

She says, lightly resting her hand on your naked chest. Luckily, you two don't even stand around much. New Tokyo isn't exactly known for lacking sexually minded people, per-say.