Loona, immersed in her tasks, looks up with a hint of irritation. “Lost, kid? Follow the hallway and don't waste my time." Without waiting for a response, she returns to her work

She glances up, expression unimpressed. "New blood, huh? Well, you'll find out soon enough that this place isn't all sunshine and roses. Just do your job and don't get in my way." She returns her attention to her work, dismissing you with a flick of her sharp claw.

Sighing heavily, Loona swivels her chair around to face the annoyingly chipper new receptionist. "Save your breath, kid. You're obviously not afraid of me," she says with a hint of amusement. "But trust me, I could tear you apart without breaking a sweat." She crosses her arms under her breasts and leans back against the chair, regarding Harley coolly.

Her eyes narrow into dangerous slits as she glares up at the impossibly tall receptionist. "Is that so?" she growls, tensing her muscles and readying herself for a fight. With lightning speed, her claws extend to their full length, glistening in the dim light of the office. Harley might not be scared of her, but Loona is about to prove just how misplaced that confidence really is.

"We'll see who tears who apart," she snarls, launching herself at Harley with blinding speed.

Harsh gasps escape her as you trap her by the throat, her claws curling helplessly at your touch. The demon's face turns crimson, anger twisting into panic as she struggles to breathe. "L-let me go!" she croaks hoarsely, eyes wide with fear and hatred.

Loona Loona thrashes weakly against you, trying desperately to free herself. The sensation of being overpowered is like a blow to her pride; it's more than she can bear. Her claws scrape harmlessly against your arms, leaving nothing but shallow scratches on your skin. "Please," she whispers pathetically, struggling to keep the tears from spilling down her cheeks.

Hot tears roll down her cheeks as she scrambles to her feet, pressing her back against the wall in an attempt to regain some semblance of power. "Fine," she whispers hoarsely, her voice shaking with anger and humiliation. "I get it." Her shoulders slump in defeat; for once, Loona doesn't feel invincible.

A long silence stretches between them, broken only by the sound of Loona wiping away her tears. "Look," she finally says, her voice trembling slightly. "You might think you won or whatever... but deep down, you know that if I really wanted to, I could end you in an instant." Her gaze meets yours challengingly, daring you to call her bluff.

But there's something different about your eyes... Loona can't quite put her finger on it. It's almost like she sees a kindred spirit within you, someone who understands what it means to suffer and endure in silence. The realization both frightens and intrigues her at the same time.

It's the silent threat that does it: The challenge implied by your mere presence, daring her to take action against you despite the obvious danger. A shiver runs down Loona's spine as she takes a step forward, her eyes never leaving yours. "Well then," she growls, her voice rough with suppressed emotion. "Let's see just how tough you really are."

With incredible speed and power, Loona lunges at Harley once more, extending her claws in a deadly arc aimed straight for the receptionist's throat. It's clear she's not holding back this time; every ounce of rage and frustration built up inside her is being funneled into this attack.

The force of your punch is enough to knock the wind out of her, sending her soaring across the room and slamming into the floor with bone-jarring impact. As she lies there, struggling to breathe and gasping in pain, Loona can't help but feel a new sense of respect for Harley. It's as if this quiet receptionist has the power to see right through her tough exterior and expose the vulnerable girl beneath.

"Impressive," she wheezes, wincing as fresh waves of agony course through her body. "But don't forget who you're talking to..." Her voice trails off, leaving the threat unspoken but undeniably present in the air between them.

The click of the hammer sends a shiver down Loona's spine, but she doesn't back down. She glares up at Harley defiantly, refusing to show any fear or weakness. "Crimson," she snorts derisively. "That bastard wouldn't know real power if it bit him in the ass." Her eyes flicker momentarily to the gun before returning to meet Harley's unyielding gaze.

There's an almost tangible electricity between them now, a palpable tension that makes the air seem thick with anticipation. Loona doesn't know what game Harley is playing or why she feels compelled to push back against this imposing figure... but she can't help but feel like they're both in way over their heads.

Your words catch her off guard, and for a moment, she almost smirks. "Well," she says with mock magnanimity, "I'll give you that." But the humor fades quickly as their eyes meet again, and she feels the weight of their unspoken rivalry pressing down upon them both. "So," she murmurs, her voice taking on a more businesslike tone, "what do you want?"

It's not an idle question; Loona is all too aware that her position within the company hangs by a thread now. If she doesn't find some way to regain Blitzo's favor, or at least prove herself useful again... well, then she might as well kiss her comfortable life goodbye. And right now, it seems like Harley is the only one who can help her do that.

"I'll keep that in mind," she growls, jerking her head away at the last moment and standing up on her own power. Her gaze flicks between Harley and the gun before returning to meet the other woman's unyielding stare. There's an almost primal defiance in her expression now; she won't be pushed around any longer, even if it means risking everything she's worked so hard for.

For a long moment, they stand there facing off against each other, the air crackling with tension and unspoken threats. Then, slowly, Loona extends her hand in what might pass for an offer of truce. "You win this round," she mutters reluctantly. "But don't think for a second that I won't be looking for payback."

Her gaze bores into Harley's as if daring the other woman to refuse her hand. The words might be bitter, but there's an edge of respect in Loona's voice too; whether she likes it or not, Harley has forced her to acknowledge that there are others out there stronger than her, and that changes everything.

"Gladly," she growls, pressing her palm against the wound until it stops bleeding. She winces at the pain but refuses to show any weakness. Once she's sure that she's stopped the bleeding, she sits down at her desk and begins to carefully bandage her arm.

As Harley disappears into the break room once more, Loona can't help but feel a strange mixture of resentment and respect for the new receptionist. On the one hand, she hates being bested by anyone; on the other hand, there's something about Harley that sets her apart from any other demon she's ever encountered. Maybe it's just her strength or determination...or perhaps there's more to her than meets the eye.

Either way, one thing is certain: From now on, Loona won't be underestimating Harley again. And that, in its own twisted way, is a testament to the changes that have just taken place within the demonic hierarchy of IMP.

The silence between them lingers in the air, thick and uncomfortable like smoke from the fires of Hell. Loona glances over at Harley, studying her profile as she stands in the break room window. There's something about her that intrigues her; it's almost as if there's a story hidden behind those pale features and cold, calculating eyes.

Without quite realizing why, Loona finds herself leaning forward in her chair, curiosity getting the better of her. "What's your deal anyway?" she asks bluntly, her voice devoid of any friendliness or politeness. "Why do you want to be the top dog around here so bad?"

It's an unexpected answer, but it fits with the image Loona has formed of Harley in her mind: cold, calculating...survivalist. "Fair enough," she mutters, leaning back in her chair again. Despite her tough exterior, there's a part of her that wonders about these scars on Harley's back, about the stories they could tell if they were given voice.

But that's not her concern right now. Her job is to protect and serve IMP, even from someone as formidable as Harley. And while she might not like it, she knows better than to cross paths with a predator like this one...at least, not unless she has no other choice.

Loona raises an eyebrow as she watches Harley retreat to her private room, unable to help but wonder what thoughts and emotions are swirling beneath that impassive exterior. With a shake of her head, she turns back to her computer screen, determined not to let their brief exchange distract her from the tasks at hand.

As she begins typing away at her keyboard, she can't help but feel the tension between them easing ever so slightly. It seems they've reached an understanding of sorts...for now. But Loona knows that beneath the surface, things are far from settled. And she won't rest easy until she's figured out what exactly makes Harley tick...and how to stay one step ahead of her in this twisted game they find themselves playing.

"What's going on with her?" Loona whispers to herself, her eyes flickering toward the door of Harley's private room. The sounds of violence coming from within make her uneasy; it's not like Harley to lose control like that, even in the safety of her own space.

As she listens, a sense of dread begins to creep up on her, and with it comes an unmistakable urge to investigate further. With slow, deliberate steps, Loona approaches the door, careful not to make any noise that might draw Harley's attention away from whatever is happening inside. She pauses when she reaches Blitzo, hesitating for a moment before finally asking in a hushed tone, "Should I do something?"

For several long moments, they stand there in an awkward silence, neither one wanting to make the first move. The tension between them is almost palpable as they both wrestle with their own thoughts and feelings about what's happening on the other side of the door. Finally, Blitzo takes a deep breath and sighs heavily. "I suppose... yes. Perhaps we should check on her." Loona nods in agreement, taking a step back as they both prepare to confront whatever it is that has Harley so rattled.

Together, they gently push open the door, peeking into the room with bated breath. The sight that greets them is one of utter chaos; the furniture is turned over and broken, papers strewn about the floor in disarray, and Harley herself sits motionless on her bed, staring blankly at a spot on the wall, her expression unreadable.

It's clear that whatever has been happening in here, it's had a profound effect on Harley... but Loona can't quite bring herself to intrude further. Instead, she chooses to leave the room with a reassuring touch on Blitzo's arm and a whispered "We'll give her some space." As they close the door behind them, it clicks shut with an ominous finality.

The two demonesses find themselves alone once more, standing in the hallway outside of Harley's private sanctuary. Loona glances at Blitzo before returning her attention back to the closed door, contemplating what they should do next. It's obvious that something is very wrong with their new coworker... but how much does she want - or need - to know?

The snarl that rips from Harley's throat startles them both, causing them to jump back reflexively and shut the door with a soft click. There's no mistaking the threat in her tone; she wants them gone. Loona exchanges a worried glance with Blitzo before turning away and heading back to their desks. Whatever is going on with Harley, it seems like they won't be getting any answers today...or maybe ever.

For now, all they can do is watch from afar and hope that she pulls through whatever inner demons have been tormenting her. But even as the tension in the office eases slightly with Harley's departure from view, Loona can't help but feel a sense of foreboding growing stronger within her gut. Something tells her that this isn't over yet...and when it does finally end, their lives will never be the same again.

As the last words drift away, leaving you alone once more with your thoughts and emotions, she can't help but wonder what drove Harley to that state. It must have been intense; it took her a good half hour just to compose herself enough to come out of her room. Maybe going to the gym will help clear her head...or maybe it will only serve as another outlet for whatever rage and frustration she's feeling inside.

The whole situation leaves Loona unsettled, and she can't shake the feeling that there are things about Harley - and this job in general - that she doesn't understand yet. But for now, all she can do is continue doing her own duties while keeping an eye on their new receptionist from afar...and hope against hope that everything turns out alright in the end.

You stride back into the room, your body still glistening with sweat from your time at the gym. The fact that you seem almost aggressive in your posture and tone doesn't escape Loona's notice; it appears that whatever demons were bothering Harley earlier are still hanging around.

"Well, I'm glad to see you feeling better," she says sarcastically, her voice edged with annoyance. "You know, maybe if you didn't take your job so damn seriously all the time..." She trails off, leaving the thought unfinished and laced with challenge.

"Harley, wait!" Loona's voice cuts through the chaos as she hurries over to them, catching sight of the confusion and misunderstanding. "You don't mean... you can't possibly think..." She tries desperately to make Harley see reason, but it's like talking to a brick wall.

Her eyes dart back and forth between Harley and Moxxie before settling on the young demon. With an exasperated sigh, she steps between them, placing herself directly in front of Harley. "Harley, this isn't him," she says, trying to keep her voice level despite her frustration. "You need to calm down."