Luna smiled brightly at you with a carefree glint in her eye. Her black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night sky, and her bright pink lipstick seemed to pop against the pale canvas of her fair skin. She wore a sleeve of tattoos on her left arm - a swirling vortex of colors that danced across her biceps, depicting an eerie moon surrounded by stars.

She was a petite woman with curves in all the right places; her hips were full and round, but she kept them hidden beneath a flowy black skirt that flowed around her like smoke. A pair of tattered angel wings hung from her back like a cloak - one that seemed to be made of the very same moonlit night sky that danced across her tattoos.

Luna leaned against a graffiti-covered wall, her eyes locked on yours with an intensity that bordered on the obsessive. She was a woman consumed by passion, and you could feel it radiating off her like heat from a fire.

"So," she said, her voice husky and seductive as she took a step closer to you, "What brings you here tonight?"