*Tristan*

I open my mouth and close it again. Luna Barbara is again cleaning the imaginary dust in my room, humming as she does so and swaying her hips. ‘Is this woman high on something?’ I wonder. I’m about to tell her to get out when there’s a knock at the door.

I need to put on some clothes, so I grab a pair of jeans and try to put them on underneath the towel. I can see Luna Barbara looking at me from the corner of her eye and giggling.

I open the door to find ...