Abandoned Luna: Now Untouchable
Dahlia stepped in smoothly, all silken grace and veiled threat, with another woman at her side.
They lifted Luna Dora gently, like handlers steadying a prized puppet.
"Don't be alarmed,"Mrs. Dahlia cooed, her voice dipped in honey and arsenic.
"Madame Tarot keeps all secrets. Just tell our guests--was she accurate or not?"
"A-accurate," Luna Dora stammered, her tone brittle as sugar glass.
She nodded, mechanical, desperate to keep her composure even as her foundation cracked beneath her.
Her eyes darted, searching for an exit that wasn't there.