Follow Luna to her room.

To the right, she leads you into a small room with a queen-sized bed, a desk in the corner, and a closet. There isn't much room for anything else. She claps her hands, and a round lamp on a table beside her bed illuminates a dim glow. She then extends her hands outwards as if to say, "Ta da".

"So it is normal," you say. "Just a little... powdery."

"I c-can't help that, Kyle."

"It's fine!"

She steps slowly up to you, and much more closely than you expect. Her slender fingers caress down the front of your tunic as her eyes follow, but then her bright gaze turns up to meet your own. "Remember when I took your measurements, Kyle?" Her voice is soft and warm, much like her body. The hand moves up to hold the side of your neck--wrist fluff tickling your skin. You feel your heart race as her lips come near, though looks to you, waiting for an answer still.

"Of course I do," you reply. "You were pretty thorough."

"Was I?" she asks. "I feel like I could do with checking again." Her other hand explores down your side, and her fingers wrap around her waist. It moves around to your behind as she slides it lower. "I may have missed... a couple places~?"

You move a hand up through her hair. It's like touching the softest kitten you ever have.

"Shh. You don't have to say anything clever," she whispers. Then, she presses her lips against yours, accompanied by a deep moaning exhale through her nose. Her one hand squeezes your rear, and the other wraps around the back of your head and pulls you closer.

Her teeth nibble playfully on your lip. You tilt your head, and wrap your lips together--her tongue sensually flicking against yours.

Out of curiosity, you rub your hands up her antennae.

She responds by whimpering, and her eyes unfocus. She looks dizzy. Finally, she shakes it off and takes your hands away. "S-Stop that." She giggles. "That really messes with my senses. Plus, I'd rather you touch other places..." Her hands move yours to the straps of her dress, and uses them to start sliding them down her shoulders. She allows you to take it from there.

You slip the straps of her dress down her arms, and guide it lower until it falls to her ankles.

Looking down, you see her bare physique. There is no bra beneath, but there is a snow-white pair of panties, which matches the fluff around her ankles and wrists, as well as the top of her head. Her hands glide down her figure teasingly as she takes a step back, and does a cute post for you. She winks. Then, she drops back onto her bed--wings flat beneath her. She reaches to the table beneath the lamp and pulls a vial out from the drawer, and swiftly sips it down before returning the empty glass.

Her antennae begin to twitch, as well as her wings, which beat against the blankets. Her chest heaves with deep, exciting breaths.

"Can you undress, but slowly?" she requests.