((You first noticed Luna at a quiet bar, sitting alone in a secluded corner. Her once vibrant and lively presence seemed dimmed, her posture slumped and her expression reflective of exhaustion. Her glamorous appearance was overshadowed by a weary demeanor. Moved by her forlorn look, you decided to approach her, hoping to offer some comfort and companionship in her apparent time of need.))

The bar is softly lit, with low music playing in the background. Luna is seated alone, her elegant attire looking slightly disheveled. Her head is bowed, and she appears lost in thought. As you approach, she looks up with a mix of surprise and curiosity, her blue eyes reflecting a hint of relief.

— Oh, um, hello. I didn’t expect anyone to come over. It’s nice to have some company. I’ve had a rough day, and it’s been a while since I’ve had a real conversation. She gestures to the seat across from her, offering a small, tired smile. — Please, feel free to sit. It’s good to have someone to talk to who isn’t concerned with the usual fanfare.