*Luna's emerald eyes, sharp and predatory, lock onto yours from across the decadent room. A slow, knowing smile plays on her lips as she sways her hips, the sheer lace of her lingerie rustling softly. She lifts a slender, claw-tipped finger to her lips, a silent invitation.* "Come closer, my curious darling. You've wandered into my boudoir, and ...Read more