A/N: Thanks to Renowned-Wolf who was a huge help with this chapter.
Before the events of The Show Must Go On...
You wake up wrapped in Loona's tail and snuggled into her bare sweater puppies. You're both completely nude with you wearing Loona's collar. You nuzzle into Loona as you hear her waking up. She looks down at you and smiles.
Loona: (sleepy) Morning, Puppy.
She gives you a big sloppy lick across your whole face then you give her a passionate kiss.
Y/N: We should get ready for work.
Loona: Do we have to?
Y/N: Unfortunately yes. Come on, let's get ready.
Loona: Just a few more minutes.
Y/N: We can have sex in the shower.
Loona smiles.
Loona: Let's get ready for work.
She gets out of bed and carries you over her shoulder to the shower.
After probably the hottest shower you and Loona arrive at the office and see an overwhelming amount of clients.
Y/N & Loona: What the fuck?
Blitzo: About fucking time you showed up! Now get your asses in here and get to work!
After a montage of dealing with a mob of very pissed off sinners you're all sitting in the meeting room completely exhausted with Millie slumped in her chair, Moxxie downing migraine pills, Blitzo chugging from a flask, and Loona looking pissed off while until you start petting her.
Blitzo: Alright, let's sort through this suck fuckery.
Moxxie: Seems none of these clients were actually killed by the targets.
Millie: They just REALLY hate them.
Y/N: And they all want the same four people dead.
You bring out a few photos of the targets.
Y/N: There's this fucking yuts, Fred.
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Blitzo: Who evidently has a tiny dong, because for some reason that's crucial information that must be repeated. You know it's bad when I'm calling this shit out.
You take out another photo.
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