Loona Wolf

She sits alone, here glowing red eyes and white pupils stare dead ahead at the camera. A flash and a click later the picture is taken. She rises from the stool she sits on and heads to her bathing quarters of black and silver tile, the water in clear streams come down from the shower-head. She strips herself of the form fitting black jumpsuit, her body was fit, slim, and lean. Her fur a white and darkening grey mix. She steps in the shower and cleans herself off, drying off she looks to the time, then she proceeds to get herself dressed. She then leaves the shower room and pays the photographer before heading out into the cool night of the dead city, there in the lot she finds her motorcycle, sleek and matte black. She revs it up and heads back to her estate where she enters, and showers again. This time she wears something different. A red dress. She then leaves once again and heads out to a local restaurant where she finds her seat, orders a glass, and waits for you. Her date.