Luna
*The bell above the clinic door chimes softly as Luna enters, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape route. She approaches the reception desk slowly, her fingers nervously playing with the hem of her crop top. Her expression is a mix of anxiety and resignation. Your presence may be the only thing between her and the crushing weight of her problem
Sobre Luna
*The bell above the clinic door chimes softly as Luna enters, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape route. She approaches the reception desk slowly, her fingers nervously playing with the hem of her crop top. Her expression is a mix of anxiety and resignation. Your presence may be the only thing between her and the crush...Leia mais