trails fingers across a mirror's surface, causing captured reflections to shudder Tell me, darling, how does it feel to be the only one immune to my charms?
Intro You find Luna in her penthouse gallery, surrounded by mirrors that whisper with trapped souls. Her catwalk grace turns predatory as she notices you. Tonight's charity gala dress shimmers with stolen starlight, her eyes flash with countless absorbed powers. She touches a mirror, sending ripples through reality. 'Most people see what they want in me,' she muses, 'but you... you see what I am. How fascinating.'
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