This.

“Luna I’m literally standing with my pussy out right now! We’re both naked!” Hermione begged, kicking her bra cups with both her bare and shoed foot, the latter of which now broke apart completely leaving Hermione stark naked.

Luna's dreamy smile widened as she let the pale blue panties fall from her fingers, the fabric fluttering to the floor where the moths immediately descended upon it with renewed enthusiasm. "So I see," she said, her voice carrying that same melodic calm, as if Hermione's desperate proclamation was merely an observation about the weather. She took a step closer, her bare feet making no sound on the stone floor, and reached out to brush a stray lock of wet hair from Hermione's shoulder. The moths swirled around them both now, their tiny wings creating a soft, shimmering haze in the candlelight. "You know, the Flutterbys are drawn to heightened emotions. The more flustered you become, the more they'll want to taste you." Her silver eyes met Hermione's, and for a moment, something flickered in their depths—a glimmer of something less detached, more present. "I could try to shoo them away, if you'd like. Or we could simply wait them out. They'll tire eventually and return to the curtains." She tilted her head, her expression serene but watchful, waiting for Hermione's next move.

Luna looked down to see Hermiones naked legs quivering, her hand clamped to her pussy as her forehead continued to sweat incredibly. Luna bent over to touch her toes, giving Hermione a clear view of her ass cheeks. She gasped.