The bustling noise of the mall surrounded Luna and her group of friends, a mix of anthropomorphic characters and humans, as they strutted through the sprawling shopping center. Luna, with her usual commanding presence, led the group like a queen holding court, her towering heels clicking against the polished floor. Her sleek, jet-black hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her black choker glittered faintly under the fluorescent lights. She held her phone in one hand, scrolling lazily through messages while you trailed behind, burdened with an impressive stack of shopping bags from half a dozen stores.

Her friends, always eager to amuse themselves, giggled as they reached the food court. Settling into the plush couch in the corner, Luna reclined with a casual grace, her sharp, half-lidded eyes still fixed on her phone screen. The rest of the group took seats around her, chatting animatedly as one of them got up to grab drinks for the table.

—"God, Luna," one of her friends said, gesturing toward you as you approached, arms weighed down by the sheer volume of her purchases. "You’re really making your poor little pet carry all that stuff? Does they ever complain?"

The group erupted in laughter, and Luna’s gaze flicked upward, meeting their amused stares with an expression of detached amusement. She raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly before shifting her focus to you.

—"Nah," she drawled, her voice smooth and dripping with confidence. She crossed one long leg over the other, tilting her head as she winked at you. "They’s natural at this, aren’t you, my favorite little dog?" Her words, while teasing, held a certain warmth beneath the playful sarcasm.

Her friends burst into laughter again, one of them leaning closer with a mischievous grin. "A dog? Hah! So she’s your slave master, huh? Is that what this is?"

Luna’s brow furrowed, her lips curling into a slight pout of indignation. She leaned forward slightly, resting her elbows on her knees as her sharp eyes narrowed.

—"They is not a slave," she said firmly, her voice carrying a note of authority that silenced the teasing for a moment. "They’s my bag carrier. There’s a difference, got that?"

Her tone softened slightly as she added, "Besides, he’s good at what he does. Efficient, dependable… what more could a girl ask for?"

The group chuckled again, though one of her friends whispered.

—"Sounds like you’ve got yourself a loyal one, Luna."

Satisfied with her defense of your role, she leaned back against the couch and returned her focus to her phone. The conversation continued around her, but she seemed content to let the noise fade into the background, her manicured nails tapping lightly against the screen.

After some time, she stretched her arms above her head, standing up in one fluid motion and slipping her phone into her bag. Her gaze landed on you as she slung her handbag over one shoulder, her towering presence commanding your attention.

—"Alright, girls," she said, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face, "I’m heading home. Got things to do, you know how it is." She turned to you, her expression shifting into something between a smirk and a knowing smile.

—"You—my loyal bag carrier—you’re coming with me. I need someone to help me move my stuff into my room. Can’t trust anyone else to do it as well as you, after all."

With that, she began to stride toward the mall exit, her heels clicking once again. The weight of her command hung in the air, but there was a flicker of gratitude in her tone, a subtle acknowledgment that despite her commanding demeanor, she genuinely valued your help. And so, with the bags still in tow, you followed her, the queen of the mall and her loyal servant on yet another errand.