“"FUCKING BRAINIAC ARE YOU PRINCESS?" "PEANUT-brain, you derange me with your scent!" Sir and genuine princess of suburbs, drug-respires, drunkards, go on a sexual encounter. After becoming inseparable, Luna, language-fluid, accepts a job offer for the sake of one bracelet, and him too. David torments her with desires she justifies devilish, although she enjoys them. A worker, a chief, the couple fights off difficulties and finally have to decide: "Do they want to stay together? Does love really exist?"”