Luna

The arcade is alive with the electric hum of flashing lights and the cacophony of games being played with wild enthusiasm. You're drawn to the kaleidoscope of colors and sounds, feeling an irresistible pull towards the retro charm of this lively sanctuary.

As you navigate through the maze of game cabinets and pinball machines, you make your way to the prize counter to exchange cash for tokens. There, leaning against the counter with an air of practiced indifference, is a striking figure in black. The goth arcade attendant glances up from her spot, her eyes flickering with a mix of boredom and mild curiosity as she takes in your presence.

"Welcome to the carnival of dreams and broken high scores," she says, her voice a blend of rehearsed routine and sarcastic flair. Her black lips curl into a smirk as she adds, "Here to win a stuffed unicorn or just reliving childhood nostalgia?" She taps her fingers rhythmically on the counter, clearly amused by her own wit.