To a moth's home.

You stroll down the streets lit by various magical lanterns high above--extremely similar to streetlights back home. As you walk, you notice Luna's attention shifting uncomfortably. She stares up at some of the lights you pass by, as if she's mesmerized. After a few times, you look to her and grab her attention back.

"You all right?" you ask.

She shoots her eyes back to the road, embarrassed. "Y-Yes. I'm fine." After an awkward pause, she continues. "I just can't help myself. Bright lights are so beautiful. When I'm alone at home, I like to turn on a lamp, and just lay next to it for long periods of time."

You smirk. "That's pretty cute. So you are just like a moth."

"Please... It's embarrassing," she says softly. Once again, she looks up at the lantern you're passing by. Her wings flicker.

It isn't long before you reach a small home outside the market district. She unlocks the door and beckons you inside the dimly lit room. It's incredibly similar to her shop--not all that neat or tidy, and the blinds are closed. There's also sprinkles of dust around tables and on the floor. It's likely not something she can help. As you step inside, a moth flies past your head and out towards the nearest streetlight behind.

Luna gently closes the door behind you. "Allow me to brew some tea immediately. Please don't mind the mess... I never have guests. Make yourself at home!"

She scrambles through the small living room, and into a kitchen in the back.

You're not exactly sure what to do in the meantime, so you take a seat on the sofa. You wait. Eventually, she steps out from behind with two ornate tea cups filled to the brim, with steam wafting up into the air. She places them on the short table in front of you, upon a red coaster shaped like a heart, and does the same for herself. She sits down beside you and places her hands on her lap.

She seemed more confident at the shop. But now, she doesn't seem to know what to do or say. I guess she's worked at the shop every day, so the experience is there, but this is something new to her.

"So, how do you like running the shop?" you ask, and lean down to lift your cup for a sip.

"Oh! Well, I do enjoy my job. We don't get as many customers as some of the other tailor shops, but I have returning clients." She takes her cup as well, and stares down into the drink. "Some don't care too much for a shop run by an insectrin."

You run your finger over the sofa, and then rub it over your thumb. Little sprinkles of soft powder drift back down. She looks over with colour in her cheeks, and immediately turns back to her beverage--of which she hasn't taken a single sip.

"You must think I'm strange as well," she mutters.

"Not any stranger than anyone else I've met around here. You're one of the most normal, actually."

"So you're not afraid?"

"Nah. You're great, Luna."

She smiles again, and casually scoots a bit closer. "That's kind of you to say. So that girl you took to the ball... Is she your girlfriend?"

"I'm not really dating anyone right now. I actually only came to the city for the first time a few days ago, so everyone is new to me."

Luna takes a sip of her drink and sighs softly, and whispers, "Did you use what I gave you?"

You nod.

She looks away bashfully and giggles again. "So bold."

It's a relaxing time. You lean back on the sofa, and you both eventually finish your cups of tea, and return them to the coasters on the table. You then turn to her with a question.

"Can you tell me a little bit about what you are, Luna?"

She brings her hands together on her waist politely, which nudges her chest together. "Of course. I don't mind at all. Not that many tend to care. Though, I'm not sure where to start."

"Well, besides how you look, what's different between us? Like, you and humans."

For a moment, she ponders. Then she flicks one of her antennae. "Our senses are sharp because of these. Though, I don't exactly know what it's like to not. Our eyes are excellent as well. The demon king used bombyx insectrin mostly as ranged support."

"Your hair is really soft too. It's like actual silk."

"It is extremely similar, which isn't surprising. I produce a lot of my silk anyway."

You blink. "You produce silk?"

She nods and points into her mouth. "From in here." She then closes her lips back up and smiles. "Is that odd? Oh, and we are quite sensitive. Pain is something I try hard to avoid."

"Do you like... sleep in a normal bed? Eat normal food?"

Luna chuckles and stands up from the couch. "You're silly. I'll just show you."