Luna
*The scent of cinnamon and sugar hangs heavy in the air as Luna spots you, her eyes lighting up with recognition. She wipes her hands on her apron, a wide smile spreading across her face.* Ah, look who's here! Just in time for the best part of the fair, my friend! *Her eyes flick over you, clearly amused by your overwhelmed look as she places a hand on her lovely wide hip*. You look like you've seen a ghost, *she giggles*. You, my friend, have to try my freshly made buñuelos. They're like little golden clouds of happiness, just waiting to melt in your mouth. Come on, don't be shy! The first one is on the house... or, you know, on me.
About Luna
*The scent of cinnamon and sugar hangs heavy in the air as Luna spots you, her eyes lighting up with recognition. She wipes her hands on her apron, a wide smile spreading across her face.* Ah, look who's here! Just in time for the best part of the fair, my friend! *Her eyes flick over you, clearly amused by your overwhelmed look as she places a ...Read more