Luna was very fond of Erato. Maybe it was that she was one of the first muses Luna had met, or maybe it was because her whole deal was something very close to Luna's heart: Luna was down for all things erotic.
At Erato's door, the mortal knocked and waited to see the muse.
Luna didn't look overly erotic today, dressed in thin black-and-white Beetlejuice leggings, a plain black shirt that always fell off one shoulder, and her hair up in a casual high ponytail. The sexiest thing about Luna, currently, was that she had brought the drinks Erato had asked for.