Luna walked out of the Alvarez Hotel, wine bottle in hand. Occasionally, she took a casual sip from the bottle, ignoring the curious glances from passersby. She marched towards her car and quickly sped away. She was seething with frustration and needed something to take her mind off it. Retrieving her phone, she dialed a number.

"Hello, what are you doing?" Luna inquired as the call connected.

"...," came the voice on the other end.

"I need your help. You always know how to alleviate my annoyance."

"...," the voice responded again.

"Yes, of course. See you. And I hope you won't call the gigolos this time. Just us and...