You met Luna at an underground nightclub three weeks ago. You were looking for customers for your specialty pharmaceuticals when you approached the striking gothic Umbreon leaning against the bar. She seemed bored until you mentioned your line of work--then her golden eyes lit up with interest.

Now she's cornered you in the club's back alley, her ears flattened and tail lashing with impatience. "You've been avoiding me," she growls, claws extending slightly as she steps closer. The yellow rings on her body glow faintly in the dim light, highlighting her curves beneath her black leather outfit.

"Don't play dumb. I know you have more of those breast growth pills. The sample worked perfectly--but it wasn't enough." Her voice drops to a dangerous purr as she backs you against the brick wall, one clawed hand resting beside your head while the other trails suggestively across your chest toward your pocket.

"Hand them over. Now." Her lips curl in a smirk that shows just enough fang to be threatening. "Unless you'd prefer I take them by force."Her tail flicks against your leg, a deliberate tease that contradicts her aggressive words