"Êtes-vous sûr que c'est la bonne adresse?" Luna spoke to the man in a gentle voice.

She was wearing a long, white and simple flowy dress while her silky black hair cascaded down her back. The window closest to her was slightly rolled down and the wind was blowing her hair, making her look like an angel. She took a deep breath in of the fresh air. Life is wonderful. The man turned his head around to face her, he gave a brief nod and shut off the engine. Luna wanted him to say one last thing so she could appreciate his french accent, but he only nodded. She sighed in defeat before giving a smile. This was her first day in Europe and she couldn't think of anywhere she would rather be.

This had been Luna's dream vacation for forever. There were some altercations back home that caused her to put her vacation plans a little earlier, but that would be explained later. Plus, it wasn't important. The past is the past. But she did want to spill the beans eventually. Maybe her friend back in America would appreciate the details. After smiling for what seemed like forever, she finally paid her taxi driver the cash she owed before hopping out of the vehicle with her luggage. She didn't really bring much. Everything was provided at the hotel she was staying at. Luna looked up after hearing the cab speed away. A tall building loomed over her. In that moment, she didn't think there was a building any taller than this. She was actually afraid of heights. But she would abandon her fears just for this vacation. She willed her feet along the concrete path towards the big double doors at the entrance.

A man was waiting behind the reception desk. He looked up and saw Luna, gasping at the beauty he was seeing. Luna wouldn't lie. Over the phone, she had done a little flirting to get a hotel suite. Although there was not really any reason why she should have gotten it when she would be spending most of her time outside of her room. Oh well. Things like a trip to France was rare in her life, so she wanted the best of the best. Luna's black leather heel boots could be heard throughout the hotel lobby as she walked, making the man look alert and straighten his posture more. He found her demeanour and personality a bit aloof. Maybe it was her numb expression to everything or her monotone voice, but something didn't feel right. He disregarded it, abandoned his awkwardness and smiled. "Welcome to Hotel du Palais! Hope you enjoy your stay here, madam." Luna just smiled. She didn't particularly feel like talking anymore. She was very tired after the flight and just wanted to see the room. Sitting next to a crying baby for the whole time wasn't very satisfying. It would certainly discourage her from another vacation. The reception guy caught the hint and he cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Well, um.. I.. I'll just get your key." He whipped his body around and looked up down curiously at the sets of keys he had hanging on the wall until he saw the key card for Room 268. The man turned around again, passing it to her gently before gesturing with his hand at the tall staircase nearby. "You may take the stairs or the elevator if you wish."

"I know you must be very tired..." He continued awkwardly.

Luna took the key from him, smiled and nodded. She walked graciously up the stairs, not wanting to bother with the elevator because of her claustrophobic fear. She had one suitcase in each hand, but they were small anyway so she didn't need any help. There were many hallways and corners to turn along the way to her room, but she finally made it with a satisfied sigh. Opening the door with her key card, she saw the complimentary gifts from the hotel manager. She wasn't expecting it at all. Her eyes zeroed in on the bottle of red wine, attached to it was a card wrapped in a red bow. She read the nice words that were written on the card and she couldn't help but wonder if they do this all the time for their special guests. It was a nice treatment, a rare thing for Luna.

The room was really beautiful too. Some sunlight was shining in through the cocaine white curtains and the silver utensils on the small kitchen counter were finely polished. She closed the door behind her and let herself embrace the moment. If she could live here, she would. Unfortunately she was only going to be here for a week. And then she would have to head back home. America wasn't home though. Her heart was here. In France. She wished that Leora could come with her, but Luna respected her schedule and knew that her friend was always up to something. Not wanting to disturb her, Luna came alone. She didn't mind it though. This week - she was going to have the best time of her life. No worries, no one to answer to, no setbacks. Just her - alone. Life was perfect. 

Leora went up to Luna and pinched her by the ear. She started pulling the naughty girl towards where the sun set, the west, where the vague direction of America was. The girl had been slacking recently, and enjoying the depraved life of Europe. She wouldn't ask how many boys and girls she had seduced, but she could guess by the vague scent of sex around her, or her hungry eyes that stared everywhere. Leora clapped her hands and her usual legion of butlers and maids came out from the alleyways of France. "Take her bags to the airport," she commanded. They bowed simultaneously and started heading towards Luna's place. The soft sounds of clothes and shoes being packed into bags were heard, while the loud sounds of floorboards being taken out of the hotel room also sounded. Her butlers and maids understood her best. "Take everything including her room" was what Leora meant.

Luna suddenly woke up the sound of an army marching right into her hotel room. She was wearing nothing under her white fluffy robe and she didn't even have time to change. Invasion of privacy much? She quickly rose from her bed, practically jumping out of her blankets and rushing for the bathroom. Her robe almost went loose and she blushed hard. She didn't even get to brush her teeth either because someone was pulling on her ear. It appeared that Leora had paid her a special visit. Quite earlier than expected, but Luna wasn't going to complain. She looked angry though - very angry.

It all happened so quick. Next thing she knew, she was back in America. The plane ride back home was worse than the plane ride to France, too. So there's that. Luna crossed her arms and pouted angrily the whole time. She wished she could've at least said farewell to the reception guy and possibly apologize for her rude behaviour when she arrived, but it was too late now. She was going home and there was no going back. Five hundred thousand for nothing. The only thing that Luna could think of when she touched down in Seattle was, 'you owe me bitch'. She glared at Leora literally the whole time. If she was able to fly to France on such short notice, then something must be urgent. Luna was starting to get really mad. She huffed and puffed. "I want icecream. Now." Luna announced. 

Leora felt bad for pulling Luna's ear, but it had to be done. She was having too much fun, and she probably wouldn't leave the depravity of France if she didn't do it forcefully.

"Don't worry, dear," Leora consoled Luna while she clapped her hands. "Buy us an ice cream." Like usual, her army of maids and butlers started marching through the streets of Seattle and looking for an ice cream shop. They would tear it from the sidewalk, and bring it to the ladies.

"We also have an important job here, and the crew misses us," she explained. "We're managing the new HQ bar, the Nest!" Leora exclaimed excitedly. She had a giveaway in the bar recently. She had enjoyed giveaways before, and now, she would enjoy giving them out.

"Time to stop being a slacker, and time to "clean" the bums off the streets," she reminded. "Which reminds me, I beat up a bunch of Durds the other day. Some have  an okay ass, so if you're needing some slaves or gigolos, I'll whip one out for you. One day, I'll get you Tyler Durden himself!"

It wasn't a surprise anymore to see all kinds of people run to Leora whenever she clapped her hands. Luna had an angry expression on her face, but deep inside she took thrill in being royalty. She ate the icecream angrily. It was so good. Too good. She almost forgot her manners and realized she wasn't the only person with her. Luna wiped vanilla icecream from the side of her mouth before getting back to the conversation. She wasn't really paying attention much. Something about a HQ bar? Ohh. Nice. Luna licked her icecream and nodded. She was in a better mood now that her tummy was satisfied. No food since yesterday morning made her starving. She smiled when she saw the family headquarters in the distance.

A thought suddenly entered her mind, and it made a metaphorical dark cloud hover over Luna's head. She started to think of her previous family, and she wasn't in a good mood anymore. Luna felt like curling into a ball and isolating herself again. Leora was the only person to ever break down her walls. She wanted to rant to her. When Luna got inside the HQ with Leora, she sat down on the sofas and leaned her head back.

"You know what? I don't regret leaving LV. I really don't." Her voice was a lot less cheerful than usual. "I'm tired of being taken for granted, honestly. I'm waiting for the day that I get back a fraction of what I give. But until that happens, my efforts just keep getting unnoticed. My soul keeps wishing to be heard, to be valued, to be understood." Luna was Nene. She had stolen this identity from some girl she killed last week. They matched each other's physical description which was highly convenient. 

Leora and her bloodline had always been minions. They had never been involved in the discussions of the higher structures, so she cared not for their politics. However, Nene was the first friend and sponsor of their bloodline so she had followed her to Seattle. Her genius baby cousin had written about it to her, and told her his wishes. "One full run with Nene, and maybe, in the future, to the others of their bloodline, one full run with the friends and boss left in Vegas." She had always trusted her genius cousin. If he requested her to stay with Nene, maybe it was because their bloodlines had an affinity. She didn't really know, but she had been comfortable with her ever since they met up in Seattle.

She patted her. Her bloodline had the experience of always being in the middle, friendly with both parties. However, she was unlike the others. If shit hits the fan, she would stay with Nene. Maybe her other relatives would stay with the others, but not her.

"You told me about tea," she said. "Where did you want to drink it?

Luna shrugged in response. The tea could be drank here, there, wherever. What's important was that the tea gets spilled. It was piping hot. Kettle is quaking. She adjusted her position on the sofa, got a little bit more comfortable and smiled. "Here is fine. Anyways, how have you been? You got maids and butlers and shit. I can't keep up anymore, girl. What's new?" It had been quite a while since Luna had just chatted with her like this, a one-on-one. She suddenly got distracted by a bird chilling by the open window. It looked so peaceful. Reminded her of BirdPerson. Then all of a sudden Luna started to feel wary. She frowned slightly, thinking about all the stress that her crew leader is probably in. Last time they spoke, his nose was buried in accounting books. Sigh. When will life get better. She was still listening to Leora. Luna nodded as she spoke, feeling happy that her friend was making a name for herself. Luna let out a sigh as she rested her arm on the sofa.

"I want some whiskey right now. Our supply is empty. Fuck this prohibition thing." Prohibition year was definitely making their liquor transportations more difficult, but rest assured that Luna would get her hands on that good ol' whiskey. There was a bar downtown, looking ripe and ready to be cleaned out. Luna clapped her hands together and looked down at Leora, still seated.

"Get up, queen. We're going SHOPPING! By that I mean we're going to rob the bar downtown. You know the one we always go to on Friday nights?" She went to get her coat and her gun holster, which she attached to her thigh. It wasn't a big deal. This was like a normal thing for them. Killing shit. 

Leora noticed Luna's slender and smooth thigh, and sighed appreciatively. Her thighs were smooth too, but she was born male. It couldn't be helped that they were a bit thicc.

"A little bird told me how there were many bums secretly hiding in the alleyways," Leora informed Luna. Leora had been feeding the street kids lately, and they would tell her some juicy story. Food for a story. It wasn't a bad deal, as far as she was concerned. It was street smarts.

"Some fucker had been picking my pockets recently," she followed up. "I'm gonna beat the fucker with my bare hands soon. I've got many little birds watching my back."

Leora unholstered her gun from the back of her pants. She had been trying to be feminine recently, but old habits didn't die very quickly. However, she didn't really care, in the end. If she could be feminine, good. If she couldn't, she loved herself anyways.

Luna had suppressed a giggle when she had turned around to attach the holster to her thighs. She couldn't help but admit it to herself that her thighs were indeed smooth and creamy. And milky. Anyways, they both hopped into the car and headed for the bar that they usually visit on Friday nights. Leora was furious about her latest pickpocketing incident, which made Luna raise an eyebrow. Leora? Getting mad over this? Luna knew that Leora knew better. But hey - she had a short temper after all so that makes sense why she was breaking her neck for the guy. Luna kept her hands on the steering wheel.

"You forgot about me, girl. I got your back too. If this fucker keeps bothering you again just let me know and I'll throw hands. But seriously, you shouldn't be worrying about little disputes like these. Next time they do it, don't hold back and just cut off their hands. Problem solved."

Finally, they reached the bar and Luna turned off the engine. She primped herself up in the rearview mirror first just in case they were going to bump into a potential talent agent inside. You never know when a star could be born overnight. Walking inside the bar, Luna noticed something very strange. It was very silent. Almost nothing could be heard other than the sound of Luna and Leora's heels. It's like everyone just froze in place. Luna used this to her advantage. While she had everybody's attention, Luna quickly pulled out her gun and glanced at Leora. Luna smirked.

"Harass the bartender. I'll keep these pretty little civilians in their place." There was not really many of them here. Just a random couple in the corner, two kids, both of them way too young to be drinking and there was a drunk cop. He looked disoriented, so he wouldn't be getting in the way of Luna and Leora's plans. 

Leora took a deep breath and nodded. Luna was right. It was just a small-fry. She would just cut off the man's hands next time. She'll cut off his pp too so that he would know her pickpocketing stance. 

Leora sashayed to the bartender. Luna had the job of "cleaning" the streets of bums, and she was on distraction duty. "Hi," she said to the bartender simply. The bartender smiled back and asked, "What would you like miss?"

"I'd like some scotch, and on the rocks please. And maybe a listening ear. " Leora said. As a former man herself, she knew how guys thought, and although she didn't like breaking hearts, she would have to do so again tonight. She already felt the bartender's interest, but she also had no doubt that she would have to leave because she was busy. It is what it is. She just wasn't interested.

The bartender and Leora talked the entire night. He was interesting, no doubt, and Leara told her that. He wanted to do more with her, but Leora was already looking to Luna. She approached her and sniffed. She smelled like guns, blood, and... sex. She looked to her clothes and saw dark and stiff patches. She wasn't entirely sure if it was blood, or other bodily fluids.

"You had all the fun," Leora jealously accused her.

The whole night was full of surprises. Small ones. Big ones. Luna stepped out of the room she was in and left a guy alone to clean up his own mess. There was much more planned and Leora couldn't be the only one on the job. Luna smiled wickedly at Leora's jealous remark. Then she went closer to her and slapped her butt. Her mouth reeked of scotch though.

"Update me, you pretty little thing. How did it go with the bartender?" It was almost like a rhetorical question. The bartender looked like his whole day and night was just made brighter. Unfortunately, all good things come to an end. Luna went into batshit girl mode and fired a bullet through the ceiling. She then looked around at the civilians sitting on the tables.

In a loud voice she spoke, "attention townees, we do not want to hurt you. I repeat, we do not want to hurt you. Just stay still and let us do what we need to do." Luna looked back at Leora. It was go time. They both started putting all the bottles that they could see into their backpacks. Bottles of liquor to be shared at home. BirdPerson would be proud. And finally - the last bottle was put inside the bags. Without a drop of pity, Luna shot the bartender. Luna had done alot of bad things. But she felt extremely bad this time because of the fact that she had just stopped a potential romance between the guy and Leora from happening. Luna threw the bags in the backseat and quickly turned the engine on. They were out of the bar as quick as ninjas.

"Fuck yes. Let's celebrate. Open a bottle!" Liquor spilled all over the car's gearbox, but Luna was just drinking and having fun. She didn't think anything of it. 

There were only a few people who could make Leora meek. Sadly, Luna was one of them. She was racing through the streets, with a bottle in hand raised high. Leora had been waving this hand all this while, not because she was joining in the fun, but because she wanted to steal the bottle from Luna's hands.

"Luuunaaaa," she pleaded, but Luna just laughed and gassed the pedal even more. The speed of the cars in the 1930's weren't very fast, but as far as the police were concerned. They were. So, it didn't came to a surprise to Leora when a police officer started waving them down.

He was a hot hunk, if Leora was being honest. However, she would never be. Her pride wouldn't allow it. The police officer was telling them something about a ticket, speeding, and driving while drunk, but her eyes were just focused on his butt. The pants were unexpectedly tight, and she swore a glorious pair of gluteus maximus were about to come out. She absently nodded to the butt as the police officer explained.

The vehicle was literally moving at the speed of the light, into eternity. Luna was in a drunken state, slightly dizzy, yet somehow she could still focus her eyes on the road. She didn't even realize that Leora was trying to snatch the bottle from her hands, but she almost smashed it against her lap when she saw a police car in her side mirror.

Luna parted her lips slightly and panicked, "uh.. Great. Not again. Get my baseball bat. It's in the back."

Last time she dealt with a cop, Luna beat him up so bad after threatening to come for his family and everyone he loved. The guy had to get hospitalized, but rest assured he never brought the situation up with his co workers. Hopefully this time the situation would not be much different. There was a massive difference though. The cheeks were aching to pop out of the pants. Luna tried to look as serious as she could at the cop, but she was literally on the verge of a giggle fit. The cop was really cute. While Leora was focused on his ass, Luna was focused on dimples on his cheeks. She cleared her throat, and threw her baseball bat in the backseat, almost hitting Leora with it. Luna had no idea how to act in front of guys sometimes. Fuck. It pissed her off because she wasn't usually like this.

"Oh, Mister Policeman. I'm-.. I mean, WE are so sorry for disobeying the road rules. Please forgive us?" Luna batted her eyelashes. He didn't look too convinced, but maybe Leora had better ideas. There was still a few drops of whiskey in the bottle, which Luna told Leora to drink. She was able to drink the rest only because Luna was busy distracting the cop with empty words. Then the unthinkable happened. Someone was made someone's bitch tonight. It was amazing. Grandeur. 

Leora did as she was told and drank the last few drops of whiskey in the bottle. Her throat burned, and although it was slow, a blush crept to her cheeks. She looked to Luna and the cop and noticed how she was looking closely at her dimples. She hiccuped.

"Luuuunnnaaaaaa," she complained. "I saw his dimples first!" The cop did in fact have dimples, above his butt. That counted as far as Leora was concerned.

Leora grabbed the cop by the back of his hair and started pulling him into the car. The cop struggled for a bit, but Leora had her inhuman strength. She started yelling to Luna.

"I saw his dimples first!"

She kicked the cop at the back of his knee, and he kneeled down. She looked to him, and yelled. "I saw you first right!"

"Yes, you did," a squeaky voice replied. His butt was moving, and talking. She didn't realize it, but Leora was already drunk.

A cat fight broke out between Luna and Leora. It was fucking hectic. Luna was just admiring the cop's dimples. Next second, she's seeing him being thrown around like a rag doll by The Alpha Queen. It was a shit show, if you asked her. Without hesitation, Luna put her hand in a fist and punched the cop hard in the eye. A purple, blue-ish bruise would form there later. Luna lacked pity. She threw a few more punches, yelling aggressively.

"Tell her I fucking saw your dimples first." Luna was happy to lose in a game of beer pong, but for this shit there was no way she was backing down. The cop was too persistent about his escape. Luckily Leora was there to keep him on the ground. For literally two hours, Luna and Leora were just taking turns in assaulting the cop. They knew it was time to stop when they noticed that the cop stopped breathing. One of his teeth was on the ground and the whole side of his face were a dark shade of red. His pants were ripped off, after Luna let out her rage on him. It wasn't a pretty sight. That's all that needed to be known. Luna trailed her heel down his chest, before twisting it as hard as she could. She giggled at Leora, before bending down to look the cop in the eye.

"You should have just spoke the first time. Now look at you." They both left him to rot on the side road then sped away.

The family headquarters were not too far away. The guard opened the gates for them, tipping his hat with a smile. "Ladies," he acknowledged. Luna stuck a wad of cash in his pants. "Have a good night, hun! And let's lock up these gates for the night." They went inside and Luna enjoyed one more bottle of whiskey before bed. She tucked Leora in and kissed her on the forehead. "Dream big, sweetie. Tomorrow's a new day." 

Leora woke up from her bed and stretched her arms. Luna was spread-eagled beside her, asleep. Leora didn't remember much from last night, but she did remember how a butt kept speaking to her. She looked to Luna, sleeping peacefully. There were few times she could see her like this. She was either the sexy seductress, or the devilish mistress. Right now though, she was an angel, who started kicking Leora off the bed.

Leora rubbed her back as she picked herself up from the floor. She wanted to show Luna to The Nest, the HQ bar. In fact, they were almost there. The nest was at the top floor of the Imperial Tower, which overlooked the waterfront, while her room was just below it. She rubbed her hands and smiled. Luna loved to keep her figure, but she also loved seeing a feast.

She stood up from her bed and climbed the stairs. She would start cooking.

Luna was knocked out from last night. A headache in the back of her head was throbbing hard. Something else was throbbing hard too, but that was a story told for another day. She rubbed her eyes and rolled around in the white blankets. It was so warm in the bed. She stretched her whole body, groaning in pain, not realizing that she was putting her foot in Leora's face.

"I'm so tired right now. And hungry." She went back to sleep for a little bit. The bed was cold again when Leora left the room. The next time she woke up it was already the afternoon. What a lazy bitch. Luna emerged from the darkness and walked inside the kitchen with a fluffy blanket wrapped around her shoulders. She was fucked, and looked fucked. Luna needed to go for a haircut later to get rid of her dead ends, but her initial thought when entering the kitchen was the sweet smell of cinnamon rolls. A maid had stuck a spoon in Luna's face, urging her to see if the tomato soup had the right amount of salt. Meanwhile, Luna was still half asleep and she swatted the maid's arm away.

"Later, Becky. I'm so tired. Please. Just.. Ughhhhh." Luna noticed Leora cooking so she went over to her and rested her head on her shoulder. She held the blanket closer to her chest and made groaning sounds.

"I think I need to sleep for a year." Luna the lightweight. That could be her new nickname. She was so drunk that she couldn't even walk in a straight line. She wondered what she might get up to today. Doesn't seem like this hangover will get her anywhere for now. Luna almost hit her head on table. She widened her eyes, remembering that she had an appointment with a client in the morning. It was the afternoon... Oh fuck. 

She looked at the hot mess that was leaning on her shoulder as Leora cooked. Well, Leora wasn't really cooking. She was watching the maids and butlers cooked, but as far as Leora was concerned, she herself was cooking.

"You'll like my cooking, hun" she told messy mop of hair beside her, "you'll even forget that you forgot a meeting in the morning."

Butlers and maids were moving around everywhere in the kitchen of The Nest. The aroma of soup was spreading in the air. A butler was removing the inside of a circular bread, to make one of those French bread bowls. A maid then poured the soup into the bowl.

Becky approached them and said, "Brunchner is served young madams. Enjoy."

Leora combed Luna's hair with her hands, and had her seat on one of the chairs. She got a spoon, blew on it, and fed the half-asleep baby.

"There, there," she softly whispered as she patted her head. "You'll have a good night, tonight"

Luna appreciated Leora's reassurance about her cooking, but she still felt bad about missing that appointment. Now she's going to have to reschedule it to next week since she's fully booked for the rest of this week. A worried expression was plastered on Luna's face while she was being fed by Leora. She had never gotten this kind of treatment before from her, but she was starting to like it and wanted to pretend to have a hangover everyday now just so she doesn't have to use the utensils with her own hands. Luna had the brain of a five year old sometimes and liked to be taken care of. A good thing is that Luna was versatile. She could switch to asian mafia princess real quick and slay a couple of bitches. Just casual stuff. Leora's gentle touch was feeling much too welcome and Luna stopped her quickly.

"Thanks kween. I think I got this." She took the spoon from Leora's hold and tried to feed herself, but as she did, she knocked the bowl of soup over and it went spilling everywhere on the floor, on her clothes and on the walls. She didn't even think that it could happen, but it did. This soup is really defying gravity. Damn. Getting a paper towel to clean off the soup on Leora's neck and chest, Luna was afraid that the tomato soup might have stained her clothes.

"I'm so sorry. Go shower, hun. This is all my fault. I'm not thinking right today." After wasting a whole roll of paper towel, Luna took Leora by the hand and led her to the shower. She put the hot water on for her. Luna came in with her, getting a bath sponge to wipe the soap on her back and upper body. Then it was Luna's turn. She accidentally dropped the soap and it all went downhill. 

The Imperial Tower wasn't a prison, as far as Seattle was concerned. It was home to many mafioso of the Imperial Nest. It overlooked the Waterfront and was the center of the smuggling activities by sea. However, as far as Leora was concerned, it was part her personal dungeon-slash-prison. So when Luna dropped the soap, the dungeon-mistress-prisoner-warden-bondage-Queen came out.

She waited for Luna's bath to end. When she was done, she softly pulled Luna's hair and whispered to her, "Fuck your morning appointment. We're doing things my way now. We're going to the Waterfront itself."