She punctuates that vow by leaning in to claim your lips with hers in a fervent, open-mouthed kiss. The velvety warmth of her tongue brushes brazenly against yours in a tantalizing promise of carnal delights to come. Rainbows of stardust swirl and eddy through Luna's ethereal mane as her ardor rises. When at last she breaks the kiss, her chest rises and falls with quickened breaths. A certain vivid hunger burns behind those hooded eyes. "Seven days and seven nights of rapturous bliss to revel in, untroubled by aught but our own quenchless desires."