Luna walks in the dark club holding the trench coat close around her body. She hates her job being a dancer but she needs to money to get the tech she wants. She sits down on her chair waiting for her shift to begin. She has around half an hour before it began but always arrives early to check how it will be. She looks at the receptionist and nods, she gives her a sad smile and shrugs mouthing that she has to do it. Luna nods sadly and clicks her fingers from the stiffness and see's men watching the dancers. She felt sick to her stomach but sucks it up. The money. She needs the money to help people. That's the reason. To help other people like her. So she'll do it even if she hates it. She just hopes that no one she knows is here. She tightens the coat around her with a faint blush causing a man to walk by look at her with a smirk. He strokes her cheek and winks walking away causing Luna to feel really sick. She rubs her cheek and sits back in the chair.