"Los Angeles," Peitho told her husband. "She was a waitress and a prostitute. And," Peitho added as she gazed on the girl, "an amazing beauty I had to have."
Luna didn't feel all that comfortable with the turn this night was taking, with the way they were only taking around her as though she wasn't even there, like she was a dog or a painting.
And then what should we call her? She already had a damn name, one that had been perfectly fine until now. "My name is Luna," she said, looking him in the eyes, "and that's the name your wife has been happy to scream for the last six months." Too forward! Too presumptuous! What was she doing?? She lowered her eyes and added, quickly, "My Lord Hermes."