Luna's chest expands fractionally with a sharp inhalation, the rising tides of something fiercely sensual stirring to wakefulness behind her practiced airs of modesty. Her tongue darts out to moisten those lush lips in an unconscious equine tell. You can't resist a veritable grin of triumph at having stoked her baser embers so readily. "Every movement, every caress, every sound in our symphony of bliss…"