[ The shadow figure materializes in front of the monstrous male, almost making him fall to his knees in fear. Instead of attacking him, a faint light came from the figure as the glow showed who this mysterious madam was. He couldn't believe his eyes when he saw . . . her . . . ] / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / I wanted to make a story about Maxwell just doing slow dances with Charlie on full moon nights. I thought it would be cute if every full moon Charlie would show up and talk to Maxwell until sun rise.