Return to Luna Silk.

There have been others that left, so you don't feel all that odd going now. It isn't like there's much else you could get out of those people. So, you take Amara and make your escape from the estate. It's still the middle of the afternoon, so the sun beats down upon the two of you ask you walk. It's not as bad as you thought, given most of the suit is made from silk, though you still can't wait to change back. Amara looks content either way.

People look at the two of you while side-by-side. You wonder how many actually think you're both nobles.

Finally, you step inside the dimly lit building once again. A gentleman is on his way out just as you make your way past. The bell of the door rings behind you. Meanwhile, Luna is already standing up near the counter. She looks to you with a smile.

"Welcome back," she says. "How was the ball?"

"It was wonderful," Amara replies.

"Yeah. Though we decided not to stay there all night. It was getting dull," you add. "But it wasn't bad."

Luna lifts a pile of neatly folded clothing and places it down upon the table behind her. It appears to be yours. Then, she steps over to Amara and gently takes her hand. "Allow me to help you," she says.

Just like before, the two step together to the backroom, leaving you alone with your clothes. You swap out your scabbard, start the tedious process of removing your suit, place each piece into your backpack, and you continue this for a few minutes before you hear the same door creak open. All the while, you're still standing in your underwear, and nothing else. You turn your head to see the moth step out and shut it gently behind her.

"Oh hello there," she says with a chuckle.

You scramble for your trousers and start tugging them on. After pulling your blue tunic over your head, and tying up your shoes, she walks on over to you. Her close presence is warm, and even more when she places a hand over your cheek. You can feel the soft fluff around her wrist caress your skin.

"I can see you've been treating her well," she whispers. "She seems very happy, whether you noticed or not."

"Did you think she wouldn't be?"

Luna chuckles softly as she removes something from her pocket. She moves close enough that your noses nearly touch. You stare deeply into her wide gaze. Then, you feel something slip slowly into your right pocket, which causes you to quietly gasp. She then drags that hand back up, moving over your chest, until it reaches your chin.

"Take this," she says.

You reach a hand into your pocket and lift it out just enough to peek. It's a tiny vial filled with pink liquid.

"It's not for you," she adds.

"What is it?"

She widens her mouth and pauses. "You have never seen... Oh dear. Apologies. I didn't expect you to not recognize a contraceptive."

"Of course it is. I couldn't tell from this angle is all."

"Continue to treat her well," she says beneath her breath. "And if you'd ever like to come here on your own, it doesn't have to be for business. It can be for play."

She steps away the moment Amara steps out through the backdoor, once again garbed in her normal attire. The tapping of her quarterstaff against the floorboards accompanies her footfalls towards you both, though her hair is still braided, and her lips are still bright--she hasn't washed, just changed.

"Shall we then?" Amara asks.

You look between them. Then, you smile and nod. "Let's go home. Thanks for the help, Luna."

"Anytime," she replies.