Luna quickly scanned the area, her eyes landing on the guardess's belt, where a set of keys hung prominently. She moved swiftly, her hands deftly unbuckling the belt and retrieving the keys. As she straightened, she noticed the guardess's uniform, a potential disguise that could aid in her escape.
With a determined nod, Luna began to strip the guardess of her clothing, her movements efficient and focused. The guardess, still unconscious, offered no resistance as Luna donned the uniform, feeling the weight of the borrowed identity settle over her shoulders.
As Luna stood, now clad in the guardess's uniform, she took a moment to ensure the fit was convincing. The guardess lay on the cold stone floor, completely naked and vulnerable, her breathing deep and even. Luna held the keys tightly in her hand, a symbol of her newfound power and the first step towards freeing her sister.
With a final glance at the unconscious guardess, Luna turned and made her way towards the cell where Solar was being held, her steps echoing with a mix of urgency and resolve. The keys jangled softly in her hand, a promise of the freedom that awaited them both.
