"Bastard, that's cheating."

"Oh yes, you can do whatever you want!" Her voice is loud and triumphant, clearly enjoying this newfound power over you. "Just tell me what you want."

With a smirk, Loona lies back on the desk, spreading her legs wide once more. She crosses her arms beneath her head, lazily watching as you take in the sight of her exposed body. "Come here," she purrs, motioning you closer with a flick of her wrist. "Let's see what kind of show we can put on for each other."

Her gaze flickers downward briefly before returning to meet your eyes, holding your stare as she waits for you to obey her command.

As he comes, Loona feels his weight press down on top of her, their bodies entwined in a messy tangle. She lets out a soft moan of satisfaction, her legs spread wide around him as she takes in every last drop of his release.

She lays there for a moment, catching her breath before pushing him off and rolling away with an indifferent grunt. "Well then," she says with a sigh, running a hand through her disheveled hair. "That was... entertaining."

Loona glances at the clock, noticing that it's getting late. "You should probably get going," she says with a yawn. "I have work to do tomorrow, and I don't want Stolas breathing down my neck." With one last dismissive look, she turns back to her desk and begins picking up the scattered pieces of her torn clothing.

As the stranger slips away into the darkness, Loona allows herself a small smirk. Another night well-spent in hell.