Shower with Luna.

The two of you walk dizzied across the living room to her bathroom. It's an even smaller room than the last, but it's longer than it is wide. It's lit by a small light directly in the middle of the ceiling that she claps on upon entry. On one end, there's a toilet and a sink. On the other, an opened area with four drains in a square beneath a nozzle hanging straight down from the ceiling. She steps beneath it and reaches up and twists the nozzle in various ways before a light shower of water mists down over her body. She looks quite beautiful, standing there covered in droplets of dew, and streams of water rolling over her curves.

You join her beneath it. It's refreshing and warm. She wraps her arms around you from behind--chest pushing up against your back. She then grabs some soap from the shelf beside her, rubs her hands together, and begins lathering up her body. She uses her own figure as a bar of soap, and starts playfully rubbing up against you directly. She eventually moves to the front, and kisses you on the lips.

"What are you doing?" you ask.

"Helping you wash~."

"This feels really good for you, doesn't it?"

She giggles and continues to grind up against you. "I'm just getting us both nice and soapy. What's wrong with that?"

You take her antennae and rub. "You're silly."

"Nooo," she mumbles. "Let go of those."

She leans against you, and you wrap your arms around her for an embrace. She sighs softly as she remains there for a lengthy moment. You enjoy the feeling of the water rolling over your body, and the warmth of the beautiful woman in your arms. It feels like a lot of time passes, though there isn't a clock nearby to tell.

Luna takes a bit longer to rub off most of her cosmetics, and you make sure there isn't anymore moth dust on your body. She eventually reaches up and turns the water off, and you both grab a towel to dry.

Eventually it's time to say goodbye. For now, anyway. It isn't like she lives far away. She smiles wide and waves you off--hair even more poofy than usual, as she hadn't combed since the shower.

That was quite the experience... Why are people nervous around insectrin again?