Teatro Luna’s work, which explores Latinas’ inner lives and the outer social pressures on them, keeps getting deeper and more engaging. This probadita–taste–of the ensemble’s views on sex, presented in monologues and short scenes, is original and occasionally shattering, especially an abortion monologue performed without sentimentality by Dana Cruz. Miranda Gonzalez is bitterly wry as a phone sex operator in bits threaded throughout the evening: she tries to convince herself she’s only acting as she handles increasingly creepy clients. A few scenes portray some of the most realistic glimpses of lesbian life I’ve seen onstage. Coya Paz and Tanya Saracho direct what’s called a work in progress, and occasionally it does feel a little long and somewhat choppy. But it’s written with sharp honesty and performed with an easy, relaxed humor sometimes missing from previous shows.