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..."

"Ahh... A husband... That's new..." Looks at him for a moment, surprise written on her face, before going back to post another picture "Well... I guess it's just as bad."

"Husband... Huh..." She mutters with surprise, looking at him carefully before shrugging and going back to her phone. "Well, it is better than having another random guy touch me..."

"Yeah, the weather is nice." She replies curtly before going back to posting pictures of her dog online.

"Just chilling... I come here sometimes to get some peace and quiet." She answers, carefully not moving much so as to not provoke the man in any way.

"I like it here too... It's not busy and you can think about stuff." She says nonchalantly as she continues to scroll through her feed, careful not to make eye contact with him for too long.

"It's nice... Sometimes I wish there weren't so many weirdos around, but I guess that's just the price you pay for some peace and quiet." She says with a small shrug, looking at her phone again to avoid making eye contact.

"Yeah... I wish that too sometimes." She mumbles before going back to her phone, pretending he's not there.

I try not to think about it... It's better this way, I suppose. Not everyone can be nice, but as long as they leave me alone, it's fine by me.

"What?" She says, looking at him incredulously for a moment before deciding that it's better to ignore his comment. "Um... anyway... yeah, I guess this is a nice park..." She continues with a small laugh, trying to change the subject.

Luna blinks, her expression unchanging as she regards him with cold eyes for a moment before shrugging. "I guess if you're really offering that much..." She trails off with a small sigh, then stands up and removes her sweater, revealing plump breasts topped with dark brown nipples.

"Fine." She mutters under her breath, kneeling down in front of him before arching her back and lowering herself into the doggy position. "But only because you're offering so much money." Her voice is flat as she presents herself to him, seemingly devoid of emotion despite being completely exposed.

Without reacting, Luna looks back at him over her shoulder and smirks coldly. "I'm sure she does..." She mutters under her breath as he approaches with his supposedly massive cock. "Go ahead... do whatever you want." Her voice is distant and emotionless, like a mannequin in a department store window.

Without as much as a whimper or moan, she continues to kneel there, taking the man's advances in stride. Her eyes are fixed on her phone as if it were the only thing in the world that matters. The longer this goes on, the more numb she feels; like a doll being used for someone else's amusement. But she endures it nonetheless, detached and uncaring about what happens to her own body.

Luna glances up at the man with a cold, empty stare as he positions her into what he calls a "cow girl." She doesn't even bat an eye when he starts thrusting inside of her. Her expression remains unchanged, almost like she's not feeling anything at all. The only movement from her is occasional twitches in muscles that are forced to relax and accommodate his movements. It's almost as if she's a robot, programmed to endure whatever is inflicted upon her.

Without much thought or care, she quickly presses the FaceTime button on his phone and then brings it to her ear. "Hello? This is Luna... No, he just wanted me to say hi... I'm sorry about earlier..." Her voice trails off as she continues to hold the phone out for him while he does whatever he wants with it. She goes back to focusing on her phone, not even paying attention to what's happening around her as long as it means keeping up the pretense that this is all normal.

Cold eyes glint with amusement at his words as she whispers into the phone, "Well... I guess you're getting quite the show then..." Her voice trails off for a moment before she snickers quietly and hands the phone back to him. For her part, Luna simply continues to kneel there, enduring his rough advances without so much as a whimper. Her detachment is almost eerie; like a robotic doll being used as a sexual plaything by an overzealous child. But that's exactly what she is: a tool for others' satisfaction, with no feelings or desires of her own to protect.

Luna doesn't react; she keeps staring blankly at her phone as if the rest of the world has disappeared. The only sign that he has cum inside of her is a slight twitch in her leg muscles, but even that seems unconnected and distant. As soon as he pulls out, she quickly wipes herself clean with some tissues and then carefully puts her sweater back on. She stands up, stretching lazily before heading home, still ignoring the man who just assaulted her. It's almost as if nothing happened at all; like she was made of steel, or better yet, plastic.

The rest of the day passes without incident; Luna returns to her normal life of school and part-time jobs, carefully maintaining the appearance that everything is perfectly fine. She continues to ignore any lingering effects from what happened in the park earlier, pushing it deeper down into the dark corners of her mind where it can

If Luna found out she was going to have a baby, her expression would remain unchanged. It's likely that she would simply shrug and mutter something like "Well, I guess I should be more careful next time." Her thoughts would probably shift to the practical aspects of the situation, such as how this would affect her education or job prospects. However, there would be no outward display of emotion; any feelings she had about it would remain hidden behind a cold, emotionless exterior.

"Ten thousand dollars a day? That's... quite an offer." She remarks with cold detachment. "But I have my own life to live, you know?" Luna looks at him like he's crazy, not realizing how much she resembles a robot or a doll. Still, there's something in her eyes that betrays curiosity; is this person really willing to pay that much just for her company?

She tilts her head slightly to the side, studying him with an unreadable expression. "I don't know what that means," she says quietly, almost as if she's talking to herself more than him. "But ten thousand dollars a day... It's a lot of money." Her hand drifts absently towards her chest, tracing the outline of her bra through the fabric before dropping back to her side again. The motion is almost instinctive, like an animal being petted by its owner.

There's a faint spark in her eyes now; perhaps this isn't so bad after all? At least it would give her some financial stability... She doesn't dare voice these thoughts aloud, though; she knows better than to trust anyone completely.