You realize that, regardless of whether you actually want to meet up with this customer or not, this room is currently a fucking mess. Your dick's hanging out, the sheets are kind of crusty, some of your clothes are even kind of crusty. It's just a bad scene. You decide that your best course of action will be to throw the sheets and clothes in the basket and wait for Luna to... oh right, she left. Well, whatever, you can do that yourself later. You think it's in your best interests to just take a shower right now. "I'm busy!" you yell in the direction of the doorway. "Give me about 20 minutes or so."
You head into the adjacent bathroom and start taking a shower. If Luna's really left this time and hasn't just stormed out for a while like she usually has, you can at least start macking on those hot bitches down at the elfin strip club... not that you've ever been there, of course.
While you're thinking about how great it's going to be to be a bachelor again, you see a female shape in the doorway through the shower curtain. "Is that you, Luna? Jesus, about time you came back. Why'd you have to bug out on me like that? Here, hand me some soap."
Instead of soap, the shape sees fit to hand you a sword, through the stomach. "This is courtesy of the Infernomancer, you seer scum" are the last words you hear as you lose consciousness. Daaammmnnnnn.
YOU HAVE DIED