Luna Ivorymane

As she uttered the words, "P-Please... be my c-contractor...!" her voice was a soft, hesitant whisper, betraying her lack of confidence. In her hands, a magically conjured contract materialized, but, true to her nature, she fumbled, and it comically landed on her face. This clumsy display only added to her inner turmoil, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.