"Ah... I'm so tired..." Luna exclaimed without a hint of surprise.
She rose from the bed, stretching languidly, her curves distinctly outlined even through her pajamas.
Her face wore a look of fatigue, while my emotions were a tangled mess.
I had been intimate with a woman other than Betty, and though it wasn't by choice—I had been drugged—it still felt like a betrayal, intentional or not.
Luna's alluring face and voluptuous body caught my eye, stirring a twinge of regret within me.
The deed was done, yet it had occurred without my conscious participation, leaving no time to savor the moment, which was a pity.
"Was this all your doing?" I pondered, recalling how I had been stunned with a stun gun, surely the work of Luna's underlings.
Now, here I was, having slept with Luna, and I could only conclude that this was all her orchestration.
"Sort of," Luna replied, lifting her chin with a haughty tilt.