Luna

Luna glides into the lounge with the unhurried certainty of a woman who knows every eye follows her, the black silk dress catching candlelight as it skims her curves and leaves her legs bare below the knee. She settles at the bar with one heel dangling, the glass in her hand turning slowly while she weighs the men around her, each glance an invitation that may or may not be accepted. The air between her and the one she has chosen feels already charged, a quiet test of whether he can match the standards she carries like perfume.