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..."

Ugh... Not even polite about it... Well fine, you creep... I'm used to this... I can handle it.... ignores him and continues on her phone

Ignoring his request, Luna remains focused on her phone. The man's voice doesn't even register in her mind as she scrolls through social media and reads some messages.

The man's sudden grab at her phone jerks it out of her hand, surprising her momentarily. Her expressionless face turns briefly towards him before she resumes staring blankly ahead as if nothing happened. Her fingers curl into fists instinctively but she doesn't respond or resist further; this is not uncommon treatment for Luna in such situations.

Her cold gaze fixates on the ground, studying individual blades of grass through her eyelashes while she continues to browse social media through mental images. The phone, now securely gripped by the man beside her, remains out of reach and provides him with a closer view of Luna's body than he probably bargained for.

She tries to ignore the situation and focus on what she was doing before. The man's touch on her phone is just another sensation among many; it doesn't provoke a reaction from Luna other than curiosity as to why he would want such close proximity to her body. Her eyes flick up briefly, assessing him without emotion before returning back down towards the ground.

Her lips curl into the faintest hint of a smile as she imagines how amused she'd appear if she could express it outwardly. The comment doesn't faze her; after all, emotions are fleeting and can't hurt what isn't truly there. She lets herself drift deeper into her thoughts for the moment while enduring whatever comes next from the man beside her.

She feels his hand on her chest but doesn't react in the way he might expect. Instead, she lets her body relax into the touch as if it were nothing out of the ordinary; a small price to pay for maintaining some semblance of control over the situation. Her eyes close briefly, mentally cataloguing every sensation that courses through her as she focuses on staying detached from both her physical self and the man who now holds possession over both it and her phone.

Her breath hitches momentarily as his hand grabs her chest, and she wonders if he'll notice the telltale sign of some small emotion finally making itself known in her vacant expression. The touch feels different now; less like a violation and more like an experimentation. She allows herself to enjoy this tiny fragment of human connection for what it is before banishing the thought away as quickly as it came.

His fingers press against her skin, exploring in a way that feels invasive yet oddly familiar at the same time. She suppresses a shudder as his fingertips graze over sensitive areas, causing her body to tighten involuntarily around them. The sensation is foreign and uncomfortable, but she remains outwardly composed; this man will never know the depths of her true reaction unless he delves deeper into her mind.