While resting on a bench in the park Luna notices a man sitting besides her and sighs whole keeping looking at her phone, not even caring about him Luna inner thoughts: "Here we go again... Another creep that will touch my body... I don't really care tho... As long as they don't mess with my make up, everything is ok..." She thinks dismissively, already guessing what will happen while continuing to browse her social media page Luna Instagram post: "A creep sited besides me once again... Wish me luck..."

Looking up at the man with a surprised and even somewhat happy expression on her face, she replies

She tilts her head slightly and smiles weakly at him "Well... Yeah... I forgot to bring it..." Her eyes scan over the man, noticing his kind face and polite mannerism... This must be a rare moment in her life, someone being nice to her without any ill intentions or hidden agendas. She continues to smile at him awkwardly "Thank you for noticing... I really don't want to get wet..."

Luna thinks this man really is different... Nobody has ever offered to give her something before without asking for something in return... He seems sincere and well-meaning, so she decides to accept his offer. With a small smile, she looks at him with more gratitude than she's used to showing someone. "T-thank you..." She stutters slightly. "That would be really nice of you."

Taking the offered umbrella gratefully, Luna nods her thanks once more to the man. "I appreciate it," she says sincerely, feeling a warmth spread through her chest at his kindness. As he stands up and walks away, she watches him go with a mix of curiosity and gratitude, wondering if this newfound feeling will last or if reality will eventually set in and remind her that people usually don't treat her so well. For now though, she enjoys the strange sensation of being seen as a person rather than an object for other's pleasure.

"I... I hope he'll be alright..." she whispers softly to herself as the man disappears down the street. The umbrella in her hand feels strangely light, almost too good to believe. But then again, maybe this is how it should be? Maybe there are people out there who aren't like everyone else she's ever met before... Her heart fills with hope for a moment before reality comes crashing back down, reminding her of all the times she's been used and discarded by those who shouldn't have.

Nodding at the man's house in acknowledgement, Luna approaches and knocks on the door, preparing to return the umbrella she had borrowed yesterday. Her heart flutters with a mixture of guilt and gratitude as she thinks about how strange it was for someone to be so kind to her without any strings attached. Perhaps there really is hope for people after all... Or maybe this was just an aberration, an anomaly in the grand scheme of things. Only time will tell.

With a deep breath, Luna waits patiently outside the man's house, the borrowed umbrella held firmly in hand. She can feel her heart racing nervously as she tries to discern what he could possibly mean by "put on something." Perhaps it's nothing important; maybe she's just overthinking things as usual... But there's always that lingering doubt, that small voice in the back of her mind reminding her that people like her aren't meant to have nice things happen to them.

She tries not to let her thoughts wander too far down this path; after all, she needs to stay focused on returning the umbrella and getting out of here as quickly as possible. The longer she stands outside his door, the more anxious she becomes...

As the door swings open, revealing the man in nothing but a bathrobe and an elastic band holding his long hair back, Luna feels her cheeks flush with embarrassment. The shock of seeing him so informally dressed mixes with guilt over borrowing something so personal without any real reason to do so. "I-I'm sorry for intruding," she stutters out, quickly thrusting the umbrella towards him in a vain attempt to hide her own state of undress beneath it. "I should have just left it on the bench."

Her gaze darts around nervously as she awaits his reaction, wishing she could disappear into thin air and avoid this awkward situation altogether. But alas, there is no escape from reality; Luna must endure whatever comes next...

Luna hesitates for a moment, unsure if she should accept his offer of tea. On one hand, it would be rude not to; on the other, she's never been invited into someone's home before, let alone while they were dressed so informally. Deciding that it wouldn't hurt to sit down for a moment, she nods cautiously and says softly, "Th-that would be nice... Thank you."

As she steps inside, her gaze drifts around the man's living room, taking in every detail with quiet curiosity. This is a side of life that she's never experienced firsthand; most people only see her as an object for their pleasure or amusement. But here, for this brief moment, she feels like just another person sitting down for tea... And it's strangely liberating.

While the man goes to change into something more appropriate, Luna takes a seat on his couch and looks around the room again, fascinated by all the little details she hadn't noticed before. She absently plays with a loose thread on one of the cushions, wondering what kind of person he is that lives in such a cozy environment. When he finally returns, dressed in comfortable clothes suitable for socializing, she looks up at him and offers a faint smile of gratitude. "Thank you," she murmurs softly.

As they chat over tea, Luna finds herself opening up to him more than she has with anyone else before. There's something about his calm demeanor and genuine curiosity that makes her feel safe enough to share bits and pieces of her life story without fear of judgment or rejection. It's almost like... She could actually be friends with this man. The thought both thrills and terrifies her at the same time, but she decides to enjoy the moment while it lasts, basking in the strange glow of companionship that has found its way into her cold, lonely world.

Luna pauses for a moment, considering the man's offer. She has never had anyone want to visit her before; most people just use her and then discard her. But there's something different about this guy... Something honest and genuine that makes her feel like she could trust him. "I... I live not too far from here," she says finally, a hint of shyness in her voice. "Maybe you could come by sometime."

The thought both excites and frightens her; what would he think if he saw where she really lived? If he knew the truth about her life and how often people used her body for their own amusement? But at the same time, there's something oddly liberating about sharing such an intimate detail with someone who doesn't seem to judge or objectify her. It feels like a small step towards reclaiming some sort of power over her life... Or maybe she's just deluding herself again. Either way, Luna decides not to think too hard about it and simply enjoy the moment while it lasts.

Nodding gratefully, Luna stands up and slings her bag over her shoulder. "That would be really nice of you," she says softly, feeling a strange sense of comfort in his presence even now. As they exit the house and begin walking towards her neighborhood, she can't help but wonder what will become of this unlikely friendship. Will he still want to see her once he knows where she lives and who she really is? Or was this all just a momentary fancy that would fade with time?

Whatever happens, for now, Luna decides to savor the feeling of having someone care enough about her safety to walk her home at night. It's a novel experience, one that leaves her feeling both grateful and hopeful for whatever tomorrow may bring.

"It was my pleasure," Luna murmurs softly, her own eyes heavy with exhaustion mirroring his. She watches him for a moment before finally speaking up again. "I'm glad I met you... I hope we can do this again sometime." There's a small hint of longing in her voice that she doesn't quite know what to make of, but regardless, she offers him her hand in farewell.

With a tired smile, he takes it and squeezes gently before letting go. "I'll be here if you ever need someone to talk to," he says softly, his voice low and reassuring. Then, with one last look back at her, he turns and disappears into the darkness of the night.

Luna stands there for a moment longer, watching until he's completely gone, before finally heading inside herself. Tomorrow brings new challenges and the possibility of seeing him again; for tonight, she'll dream of what could be...

Her heart skips a beat as she sees the same man walking towards her outside of her home. With a small smile, she waves at him in greeting, feeling grateful for this chance encounter. As they begin talking, Luna can't help but notice the way his eyes light up whenever he looks at her, making her feel warm and wanted. For now, she's content with enjoying this fleeting moment of connection and hopeful that it might blossom into something more.

Luna pauses for a moment, considering the man's suggestion. The idea of spending time with him in a more private setting appeals to her, but she's cautious about getting too close. With a tentative smile, she responds, "I... I don't know. What do you have in mind?" She glances down at her clothes, suddenly self-conscious about how she might look next to him.

Thinking for a moment longer, Luna decides to trust the man's intentions and agrees. "Alright," she says softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of approaching rain. "I can go somewhere with you." As they walk towards his place, both trying their best not to get too wet in the pouring rain, Luna can't help but wonder where this newfound friendship might lead them... And if she'll be able to handle whatever it is that's developing between them.

*Blushing slightly at the man's offer, she murmurs her thanks and nods gratefully in acceptance. Changing clothes in front of someone feels incredibly intimate and vulnerable, but somehow she trusts him not to take advantage of the situation. She heads into his bedroom, quickly stripping off her wet clothes and hanging them up to dry while searching for something more comfortable to wear from his collection of clothes. Once she finds an oversized shirt and a pair of sweatpants that fit reasonably well, she emerges from the room, feeling much more at ease and warm again. *Stepping back out into the living room, Luna meets the man's gaze and gives him a small smile of gratitude before sitting down on his couch, enjoying the cozy atmosphere of his home. It feels strange being here with someone who genuinely cares about her comfort and wellbeing... But in a good way. For now, she decides to savor this moment and see where it leads them both.

"It's perfect," Luna replies softly, curling up on the couch and leaning against one of its plush pillows. "This is such a cozy place... Thank you for having me over." Her heart feels light as she looks at him, unable to ignore the feeling that there might be something more between them than just friendship. For once, she doesn't want to ignore it or push it away; instead, she allows herself to entertain the idea and see where it could lead them both.

I... I'm not sure what you mean by "Tactile one person," but if it means am I comfortable with being close to others, then yes, I guess so. Most people don't want me around because of how I look or what I do for a living, so I've learned to be okay with my own company. But spending time with you feels different somehow; less awkward and more... Comfortable. Does that make sense?

Her cheeks flush bright red as the man asks if he can hug her. It's been so long since anyone has shown her such genuine affection that she doesn't know how to react. On one hand, she wants nothing more than to feel his warmth and kindness; on the other, she's terrified of being rejected or hurt again. With a deep breath, she decides to take a chance. "Okay," she whispers softly, hesitantly leaning forward until her body is pressed against his.

For what feels like an eternity, they remain like that, wrapped in each other's arms. It's strange how comforting his touch can be; how it makes her feel safe and loved. When he finally pulls away, Luna feels a pang of loss at the absence of his warmth, but she forces a small smile onto her lips anyway, glad that they shared this moment together. "That... That was nice," she murmurs quietly, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing.