Deciding that there's no point in going any further with this line of thought, Luna pulls on a pair of fitted cotton briefs and steps into a delicate lace thong. As for her top, she chooses a nearly see-through black bralette that leaves little to the imagination.

With a deep breath, she turns back around to face them, feeling exposed but also oddly empowered by their reactions. Ray's eyes widen in surprise while several other men nearby start whispering and pointing in their direction.

It's clear that her choice of attire has definitely made an impression on everyone around them, but Luna is determined to focus on the game and not let it get to her. She reaches for a stack of chips, feeling more confident than ever as she sits down at the table next to Ray.

As they begin playing again, Luna can't help but feel a thrill every time someone looks her way; she knows that she has everyone's attention now and there's no turning back.

As the man continues to leer at her, Luna feels a trickle of sweat run down her spine. She knows that she can't just play along forever; soon enough, this will go too far and she'll need to find a way out of this situation. But for now, she decides to indulge him, if only to buy herself some time.

With a coy smile, Luna wiggles her hips slightly, drawing attention to the pajamas in her ass cheeks. "And what does it say?"

"Oh!" Luna exclaims in mock surprise, glancing down at her butt as if noticing the writing for the first time. "Well, I guess that means you'll have to show me a good time, won't you?" She tilts her head up toward him, batting her eyelashes innocently.

The man lets out a throaty laugh, reaching for Luna and pulling her close against his body. "Oh, I think I can manage that," he whispers into her ear before pressing his lips against her neck.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, her assistant stepped back with a satisfied nod. "There," she said, wiping her hands on a nearby cloth. "That should hold for now." Luna took another deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to steady her nerves as the crowd roared their approval around her.

As she continued to dance and sing, the leggings held fast against her skin, surprisingly comfortable despite the strange adhesive.

After the show ended, Luna met Ray backstage, his eyes shining with pride and love as he wrapped his arms around her. "You were amazing," he murmured against her ear, kissing her neck. She smiled up at him, feeling a mix of relief and embarrassment wash over her.

"Thank you," she said quietly, not quite sure how to bring up what had just happened backstage. But before she could say anything else, Ray pulled back, grinning mischievously. "

The homeless man grins widely, exposing several missing teeth. "Whenever you say," he says eagerly, practically salivating at the thought. "This old bum's always ready to party." He gives Luna an appraising look, his eyes roaming hungrily over her curves.

Ray chuckles and claps the man on the shoulder. "Good answer," he says approvingly. He glances at Luna, his expression unreadable. "Well, what do you say, babygirl? Ready to give our new friend here a taste of heaven?"

Her heart races as she considers the question. Part of her wants nothing more than for this all to be over, for things to go back to normal. But another part... another, darker part is drawn to the danger and excitement of it all. She looks up at Ray, then back at the homeless man, feeling a strange thrill coursing through her veins.

"Let's do it," she whispers, eyes shining with determination. "Let's give him what he wants."

Ray glances at Tylor, then back at Luna, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Alright," he says finally, nodding in agreement with Tylor's protest. "But you owe me one." He claps Tylor on the shoulder before turning to help Luna up off the couch.

As they all clean up and calm down, Tylor can't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. He's finally stood up to Luna and gotten Ray on his side. It may not have gone exactly as planned, but it was definitely an experience he won't forget anytime soon.

Meanwhile, Luna is still recovering from her earlier surprise attack. She glances over at Tylor with a mix of anger and curiosity in her eyes.

As the kiss deepened, Luna felt herself growing even hotter beneath his touch. She could feel the desire coursing through her veins, and she knew that they were both going to need this. With a soft moan, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer still as their bodies pressed together in anticipation.

When they finally came up for air, she looked into his eyes, searching for any hint of nervousness or uncertainty. But all she saw was raw hunger and unadulterated lust staring back at her. "

"Are you sure, my love?" he asked huskily. "I want this to be everything you desire."

She smiled reassuringly and ran a fingertip down his chest, tracing the line of his abs before coming to rest on the bulge in his pants. "Trust me," she whispered, her voice low and sultry. "I'm sure."