Approach Luna.

On a jet-black towel sits the lovely Luna on her knees. She watches you approach from afar with a sweet smile on her face, as if she's both excited and was expecting you to make your way over. Her large, beautifully violet eyes gaze up as you stand over her, and in her hand is a tiny white bottle. She wiggles it between her fingers, and upon closer inspection, it states that it's sunscreen lotion. You hear a soft giggle before she begins to speak.

"Welcome, Kyle."

"You seem happy. What's up, Luna?"

"I'm a bit of a night person myself, so I'm not great with the sun. Supposedly this lotion is very effective at blocking the sun's harmful rays, but I have a problem. I can get the front just fine, but for the back, I'll need somebody's help." Her wing flutter. "And my skin is very sensitive, so it's hard for me to find somebody I trust. Would you be a sweetie and help me out? I trust you completely with my back."

"But you're wearing a one piece."

"Such a silly thing to say. I still have skin exposed, don't I?" She turns her shoulder, reminding you that the bathing suit is made in a way to expose most of her back, likely because of her wings. "You wouldn't want harm to come to my lovely skin..."

"Of course not." You smile back. "Yeah. I'll do it for you, Luna. I don't mind."

"I know you don't." She giggles again.

Luna pops the lid off the bottle and squeezes some of the goop onto her palm, and proceeds to place it down before rubbing her hands together. Avoiding the soft, white fluff on her lower legs, she kneads her hands into her slender feet, and moves her fingers up to rub into her upper thighs--thumbs moving in circles around the fringes of her one piece's bottom between her legs. After finishing with her hips, she glides her hands down her neck, over her upper chest, and down her arms--past the fluff--up to the tips of her fingers. The last thing she covers is her face. Her brown skin now shines under the sun.

She brings a hand up to cover the brightness shining into her eyes. "I really don't do that well in the sun... Such a bright object in the sky is distracting, but I can't even look at it. What a tease it is."

"I hope you don't regret coming with us."

"Not even a little bit, dear. I'm ready for you to help me now."

After she hands the bottle over to you, she turns away and parts her hair to the side. Her hand grabs where the two straps meet over her shoulder, and in a slow, tantalizing manner, she begins slipping it down her arm. The girl slides out of her one piece only to her waist, and she raises an arm up to cover her bust as she turns her gaze back to you. She gives you a brief wink before laying her stomach down on the towel--completely bare chest squishing against the ground. You see where her wings extend out from her bare back, and they lay limp to each side of her body. When you pop the lid of the bottle, you watch as her antennae twitch.

"Please make sure you get everywhere," she says. "If you can see it, so can the sun, so don't miss a single inch."