<div class="floatright">(https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/976481331768160256/1WeBDJAl_400x400.jpg)</div>Illiana still felt odd having cameras on her all the time, she had security cameras watching her fairly constantly in her old life and occasionally reporters would film her and her family, but this was different, people were watching her for entertainment, not just entertainment but for self gratification, the thought that people were likely pleasuring themselves while watching her and the other crew members even as they spoke sent a thrilling jolt of humiliation down her spine. She had never knowingly been filmed in a sexual situation before she joined the Bouncing Blue Moon, and the only other time that she knew of that she had been filmed during sex she had been blindfolded and only found out after the fact that she had been filmed, it was very new and embarrassing for her.<br/><br/>Illianas head tilted curiously with one ear flopping over limply as she pondered what Smiley meant by 'potent persuasion techniques, but she didn't have long to ponder before she felt an odd sensation, instinctively uncrossing her legs and looking down, accidentally giving a strange metal object better access to her crotch which it eagerly took advantage of by shredding the crotch of her second skin. "H-hey!" She started to protest with a small moan from the vibration before gasping in surprise as it hurried itself inside of her faster and deeper than she could react to, simply spreading her legs and moaning in confusion as she covered her crotch. Illiana squirmed and tried to push a finger inside of herself to try and find the tiny machine before remembering where she was, quickly pulling her finger free and crossing her legs once again, her fingers gripping her seat as she tried desperately to focus. Illiana tried to focus, trying to keep her moans to a minimum but she could barely concentrate on what Smikey was saying. "U-use... u-um..." She blushed and moaned, trying to sneak a hand between her crossed legs rubbing at herself, no longer interested in trying to remove the intruder, simply needing to satiate her urges. "Y-yes... of course I-I understand... whatever needs to be done... mmm... for the story..." She mumbled no longer bothering to cross her legs.