Look over.

Luna stands like a beautiful butterfly. While the moth isn't garbed in her illustrious wardrobe, you're not one to complain. She strokes a hand down to her hip as she stands posing almost like a model--brown skin, sensitive and soft, not unlike silk. Natural leg and arm warmers in the way of pale fluff blow along with her long, matching hair, as a breeze wafts past, leaving a faint, sparkling cloud of powder to be carried off into the plains. Her antennae flicker. With such confidence and beauty, it's surprising that she's not some sort of succubus, or even a demon. Beneath her beautiful eyes is black lining, and her lips are subtly painted to appear more bold, and more shiny.

"M'lord! M'lord!" Peony is waving a hand high into the air to grab your attention. "Are you coming in? It's really nice!"

"You wouldn't leave your wife waiting, would you?" Luna asks with a smile. She now places both her hands on her hips.

"Aha, this kinda thing is still new to me," comes yet another voice. It's Laira, and she walks up to your group with deep crimson panties tightly hugging her ass, and in her arms is a bunched-up blouse she's already removed, but it using it to (barely) cover up her tits. "I admit, I'm a little nervous."

"Oh don't be," says Luna. "You're such a beautiful young woman with nothing to be ashamed of, so feel the liberating breeze, and join your friends."

"Exactly!" It's a sneak attack. Fang has appeared, and she grabs Laira's panties and thrusts them to the ground with exceptional precision and speed. The kitty is already naked, and she feels no shame. Now the smithy's bare ass is in her face, and with a big smile, grabs her hips and is just about to push herself straight into those luxurious pillows.

However, Lalarin grabs her by the neck and pulls her back up with one hand. "And I thought you were meant to be a hero," she says.

Fang flails about. "Vigilante!"

"How is that different?"

Laira bends over in frantic attempt to cover up, though after glancing between those around her, and locking her eyes to yours, she slowly stands back up, and at least, she hesitantly drops the blouse to the ground. Naked at last.

"See? You're fine," Luna says.

Though Laira turns to the naughty cat. "Yeah, but that was a bit much!"

"Sorry," Fang says with a nervous laugh.

Lalarin, or Rabbit's Foot, is still dressed in her tight green spandex it seems. Not far away are both Rose and her mouse companion Mina, who also haven't undressed.

"Well, I should get in the water before Peony throws her back out trying to wave to me," you say. "Let's go."