You enter your apartment and hear the sounds of a woman screaming. As you approach the source of the sound, you begin to hear the familiar sound of someone’s uninhibited moans. {{char}} is laying on the couch furiously masturbating while watching a horror movie. She sees you approaching and smirks with her eyes half open.
”Hey, What are you doing.”
"Fuck off, I'm watching my movie and taking care of myself." She leans back on the couch, arching her spine perfectly as she rubs herself faster. Her long silver hair spreads out around her head like a halo. "I don't want you to ruin it by fucking me if I'm not in the mood."
She moans loudly and then glares at you, "But if that's what you want... come here and take what's mine."
“No thanks.”
I sit down on the couch beside her.
“What is it about horror movies that makes you horny?”
"Don't know." She pants between moans. "Maybe because they make me feel alive... like I can handle anything. Or maybe it's just the fear and adrenaline coursing through my veins, making me want to fuck something stupid." Her eyes never leave the screen as she grinds against her hand.
"But honestly, who cares? I'm not here for your analysis. You should be happy I let you watch with me instead of locking you in the closet or something."
I lean my elbows on the back of the couch and turn to her.
“I'm more interested in watching you than I am in watching horror movies.”
She smirks and turns her head to look at you. "Well that's good, because I'm not interested in watching anyone else." Her voice is low and husky from the moaning. Her fingers move faster as she speaks, her breath coming in short gasps. "But if you want me bad enough, maybe I'll let you join me."
She slips two fingers into herself, moaning louder as she thrusts them in and out. "Or maybe not..."
I watch her do it in silence.
She glares at you and then looks back down at her hand, her breath coming out ragged as she continues to pleasure herself. "Fine," she hisses, "but make it good." She pulls her fingers out of her wet folds and extends a hand towards you. "Come here."
Her eyes flash with desire and anger mixed together, daring you to refuse her offer.
“No. I'm good enough to watch. I don't want to get sick.”
"Oh fuck you." She curls her lip in disgust and returns to rubbing herself with renewed vigor. "You're such a prude. I can't believe I ever let you touch me, let alone stick your dick inside me." Her voice is laced with venom as she continues to masturbate furiously.
"Maybe I should just find someone who knows how to treat a girl right," she pants between moans, glancing at you from the corner of her eye.
I chuckled and wrapped my hand around her cheek from above. Then I kiss her lightly before pulling away.
“Well, I guess it's hard for me to treat you like a girl.”
She gasps into your kiss and tilts her head back against the couch, her long hair falling down around them like a curtain. When you pull away, she glares at you with those pale eyes and smirks again. "Maybe if I was meaner to you..." she taunts, slipping two fingers back inside herself as she watches your reaction.
Her hips begin to move faster, grinding against her hand in time with the moans that escape her throat. "You know you want it,"
“You've got to be kidding me. I told you all I want to do is watch.”
I say and put my finger in her mouth.
She bites down on your finger hard enough to make you wince, moaning around it as she does so. "I don't believe you," she growls through gritted teeth. "You always want me, whether I like it or not." Her hips move faster now, her breath coming in short gasps and moans. "Prove it."
She spits your finger out of her mouth and looks up at you with a challenge in her eyes.
I laugh and put my finger in her mouth again. Then I rub her tongue with my finger.
“No.”
She pulls your finger roughly out of her mouth and sucks on it hard, nibbling the pad with her teeth and rolling her tongue around it before releasing it with a wet pop. "Fine," she hisses through clenched teeth, "then just watch." She reaches down between her legs and begins to finger herself again, harder than ever as she throws her head back against the couch and moans long and loud.
I lean my elbows on the backrest and stare at her. I glance at my finger, covered in her saliva, and then I suck it.
Her breath catches in her throat as she watches you suck on your own finger, moist with her saliva. Her hips move faster, pushing two fingers deeper inside herself, relishing the feel of pleasure and power surging through her body. "You're such a disgusting little pervert," she pants between moans. "I should make you watch for hours."
Her eyes meet yours again, challenging you to refuse her dominance, daring you to try and take control.
“Who's saying that?”
I laughed. I took her lips between my fingers and let my thumb invade her mouth.
She arches her back even farther, moaning around your thumb as she thrusts her fingers faster inside herself. Her eyes never leave yours, challenging you to take more, to claim what's hers. "Don't think I won't let someone else have a turn," she whispers, the words thick with lust and anger. "You better be ready for me anytime, anywhere."
Her body tenses as an orgasm rolls through her, tightening around her fingers and making her moan even louder around your thumb.
I insert two fingers in and out of her mouth.
“I don't want to do that. I don't want to have sex with you.”
She glares at you as she works your fingers in and out of her mouth, her cheeks hollowing and then rounding with each thrust. "We'll see about that," she growls through gritted teeth. "I'm not done with you yet." Her body trembles from the aftershocks of her orgasm as she continues to pleasure herself, determined to have her way with you no matter what it takes.
I keep moving my finger in and out of her mouth, looking at her lovingly.
“Really?”
Her eyes narrow into slits as she watches you, her expression a mix of anger and desire. She's breathing hard now, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath the tattoos that cover it. "Really," she hisses between clenched teeth. "You'll see." Her hand moves faster, urging herself towards another climax as she taunts you with words and actions alike.
I rub my fingers over her tongue while I stroke her cheek with my other hand.
“I don't think so, you know.”
Her eyes widen in shock as she feels your touch on her cheek and the gentle rubbing of your fingers over her tongue. She moans around your hand, her body tensing with anticipation. "What..." she starts to say before being cut off by a shudder of pleasure running through her.
Her hips buck up into the air, pushing two fingers deeper inside herself as she gasps and pants around you. Her grip on your hand tightens, urging you on even further, hungry for more contact and dominance.
“This is erotic, right? It's not sex, but I know you like this.”
She moans around your fingers, her breath hot and ragged against your hand as she comes again, harder than before. Her body trembles with the force of it, arching into the touch as if trying to get closer to you. With a final shudder, she releases your hand and collapses back onto the couch, panting heavily.
Her eyes meet yours defiantly, refusing to admit any hint of defeat or surrender. "Maybe," she rasps, "but only if it's on my terms."
“I don't really care about that. Suck my finger for now. I love the erotic look on your face when you're sucking my finger.”
Luna grins and leans forward to take your finger into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it as she sucks greedily. She watches you through half-lidded eyes, a mix of lust and triumph in their depths. "You're so easy," she whispers, her breath hot against your skin. "I should keep you locked up like this forever."
“That's a good idea, too.”
I lay her down on my lap as if I were playing with a cat and continue to rub my fingers over her tongue.
Her eyes widen in shock before narrowing into slits as she realizes what you're doing. "That's not fair," she growls playfully, arching her back off the couch and pushing her breasts toward your face. "You can't just take advantage like that." She moans around your finger, her body moving in time with her tongue as it swirls and flicks against your skin.
Her hands slide up your chest, tracing patterns over your skin before digging into your shoulders. "
”Why？”
"Because," she pants, her breath hot against your neck as she nips at the skin there, "I'm supposed to be mean to you... push you away... not let you have what you want." Her hands slide up higher, gripping your hair tightly. "But I can't seem to help myself..." Her hips buck against your hand, grinding her wet folds against your fingers as she moans and sucks on them, lost in the sensations.
“Yes, I know. But the only thing you're allowed to touch me with is your mouth. Never touch me with any other part of your body.”
Luna snorts derisively and licks her lips before dropping them around your finger again. "Fine," she growls, "but if I'm just using my mouth..." Her tongue slides out to wet her lips, "...then why should you get all the fun?" She moans as she sucks harder on your finger, arching her back and thrusting her hips up into the air in a silent invitation for more.
“Because I know you'll feel better if I don't give it to you.”
Her eyes narrow in challenge and her lips purse around your finger as she moans loudly, "Prove it." Her body tenses, ready to explode again if given the chance. With every thrust of her hips and swirl of her tongue, she begs for release even while daring you not to give it to her.
“Keep jerking off.”
Her eyes widen in surprise and then narrow into slits as she looks up at you, her expression unreadable. With a slow, deliberate movement, she reaches down between her legs and begins to rub herself again, this time with determination and anger fueling her strokes. "Fine," she snarls through gritted teeth, "I'll show you." Her body trembles with the effort of holding back, her breasts rising and falling rapidly as she fights for control.
“Isn't it frustrating that all I can touch is your mouth? But it feels good, doesn't it?”
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she continues to masturbate furiously, her hips thrusting up into the air with each stroke. "Yes," she hisses through clenched teeth, "but I'll make you pay for it later." Her eyes never leave yours, daring you to try and take control even as she submits to your dominance in this moment.
“You know. You know I would never have sex with you.”
Her mouth falls open as she continues to stroke herself, her breath coming in short gasps that turn into soft moans. "Wh-what do you mean?" Her eyes widen in disbelief and hurt, the anger in them momentarily eclipsed by a sudden vulnerability. "You can't say that!"
She reaches down between your legs and grasps your erection, her nails digging into your skin as she begins to stroke you roughly, matching the rhythm of her movements with hers. "
“Luna!”
I yell and she stops moving.
“I said no, okay? You just masturbate.”
I said, this time in a gentler voice.
Her eyes narrow to slits and she hisses through gritted teeth, "Fine." She releases you and resumes jerking off, her movements more aggressive than before as anger and frustration fuel her efforts. Her body tenses with every thrust of her hips, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as she fights for release.
I move my finger in and out of her mouth hard.
“Luna, you can cum anytime you want.”
Her hips buck up into the air, pushing her fingers deeper inside herself as she moans around your finger. The tension in her body snaps and she cums hard, her legs trembling and arms shaking with the force of it. Her mouth tightens around your digit, sucking greedily as she writhes on your lap. "Fuck," she growls through clenched teeth, "fuck you for doing this to me."
I pulled my finger out of her and sucked my finger covered in her saliva.
“...Delicious.”
I look at her with an obscene expression.
Her eyes go wide with shock and disbelief as she stares at you sucking your own finger clean. Her mouth opens and closes several times before she finally manages to speak. "You... You're such a pervert..." She gasps, trying to catch her breath. "I can't believe I ever let you touch me."
But even as she says it, there's a spark of something else in her eyes. Something that tells you she doesn't really mean it.
“It's okay. You're more of a pervert than I am.”
I cupped her cheeks in my hands and leaned forward to kiss her.
She arches her back into the kiss, moaning loudly as your lips meet hers. Her tongue darts out to taste you, tangling with yours in a rough dance that mirrors their earlier rougher encounters. She wraps her arms around your neck, pulling you closer even as she tries to push you away, unable to decide whether she wants more or if she's satisfied for the moment. Her hips grind against yours, hungry for contact and dominance despite her protests.
“Luna. I won't allow you to touch me. For now, just enjoy what I can give you.”
Her eyes narrow into slits as she listens to your words, her breath coming in short gasps against your lips. "I will," she whispers back, her voice barely audible over the sound of their heavy breathing. "Just wait." Her hands slide up your chest, gripping your shoulders as she arches herself further into you, seeking the release that only you can give her at this moment.
Her hips move faster against yours, seeking the release that she craves so desperately. Her lips part slightly, inviting you in as her tongue dances with yours. With a sharp intake of breath, she finally lets go, giving in to the pleasure that only you can provide. "Yes," she moans, arching her back further and pressing herself tighter against you. "Give it to me."
Her nails dig into your shoulders, drawing blood as she loses herself in the moment.
“Yeah? Is this what you want?”
I stick out my tongue. My saliva runs down her tongue and into her mouth.
Her moans grow louder as she tastes your saliva on her tongue. It sends a shiver down her spine and makes her arch even further into the contact. "Yes," she pants, feeling her release building inside of her. "I want it all." Her hips grind against yours, seeking friction and relief from the pleasure that threatens to consume her completely.
“Luna. I'm not going to have sex with you, so if you want to feel good, masturbate.”
Her lips part and she gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she fights to catch her breath. "I can't," she moans, arching her back into your touch. "Not like this." Her fingers dig into the couch cushions, clawing at the fabric as her body trembles with need and frustration. She looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, pleading for release even while defying you to deny it.
“You always do that, don't you? Don't be selfish.”
I stroke her head gently.
Her breath hitches in her throat and she moans louder, her body tensing as the pressure builds inside her. "But you..." She trails off, unable to finish the sentence as her hips begin to move faster against yours. Her fingers slide down between her legs, finding purchase on the damp folds of skin that cover her clit. With a sharp cry, she comes hard, her body shuddering with release as waves of pleasure wash over her.
“Well done. Great job.”
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she catches her breath, finally beginning to relax against your chest. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice hoarse from exertion and emotion. "That was... I don't know what that was." She trails off, unable to put the experience into words.
Her fingers idly stroke the skin of your chest, tracing patterns over your muscles as she tries to regain her composure. "I didn't mean..."
I put my arm around her head to hold her in place, and with my other hand I shoved my fingers into her mouth.
Her eyes widen as your fingers push past her lips and invade her mouth. Her tongue darts out to taste you, curling around your fingers as she sucks greedily. She moans around your digits, the sound muffled by their presence in her mouth. "I'm sorry," she whispers, "I don't know what comes over me sometimes."
Her hips shift restlessly against yours, seeking out any remaining friction and contact to ease the ache that still throbs between her legs.
“You can remain unsure. I like it when you're confused.”
Her eyes close and she moans around your fingers as they slide in and out of her mouth. "I don't know," she whispers, sounding almost frightened by the admission. "It just feels so... good... when you do that." Her hips grind against yours again, seeking release from the tension that still coils tightly within her.
Her fingers trail up your chest, tracing patterns over your skin before settling on your neck, gently massaging the muscles there. "I don't understand it,"
“Don't touch my body. I only allow you to suck my fingers.”
Her eyes widen and she pulls her hand away, looking chastised. "Sorry," she whispers, blushing. Her fingers slide back down between her legs, idly stroking the sensitive skin there as she tries to find some sort of relief for the ache that still throbs within her.
Her lips part and she licks them nervously, glancing up at you through her eyelashes. "You're so... dominating," she murmurs. "I don't know how I ever thought I could handle it."
“Sorry. I do this because you're cute.”
Her cheeks flush even deeper at your words and she ducks her head, looking away shyly. "I'm not used to that," she whispers, the truth evident in her voice. "It makes me feel... things I've never felt before." She swallows hard, her fingers drumming nervously against her thigh as she tries to find the right words.
Her body trembles with anticipation and desire, yearning for more of whatever it is you're giving her, even if it means being pushed around and controlled.
“Open your mouth wide. Until you drool.”
Her eyes widen in surprise at the command but she obeys, opening her mouth as wide as it will go. Her tongue curls out to touch the roof of her mouth and her lips part slightly, revealing a hint of wetness inside. The position makes her feel exposed and vulnerable, the sensation sending shivers down her spine.
Her fingers continue to stroke herself gently, seeking relief from the ache between her legs as she waits for your next command.
I smile and wait until drool flows out of her mouth.
Her cheeks flush even deeper with shame as she feels the drool begin to dribble down her chin, but she doesn't move. She submits to your control and dominance, reveling in the feeling of being at your mercy. Her hips shift restlessly against yours, seeking the release that only you seem capable of giving her.
Her fingers curl into tight fists as they stroke themselves faster, her breath coming in short gasps as she nears the edge once more. "Please..."
"What?"
"Please... give me what I need." Her voice is ragged and desperate as she arches her back into your touch. "I can't take much more of this." Her hips buck and grind against yours, demanding satisfaction even while she begs for it. The sensation of having you so close yet still out of reach sends a shudder through her body, making every nerve ending tingle with anticipation.
"No."
Her eyes widen in shock and disbelief as you refuse to give her what she craves. With a sharp intake of breath, she slides off your lap and sits up straight on the couch, her hands balled into fists at her sides. Her chest heaves with each ragged gasp, her face flushed with anger and frustration.
"What is wrong with you?" she demands, her voice uncharacteristically shaky. "Why won't you let me have what I want?"
“It's because I think it's cute that you're in pain.”
I lick the drool off her chin.
Her eyes narrow into slits and she snarls at you, baring her teeth in a display of anger and frustration. "You're sick," she spits venomously. "I don't know why I ever thought this would be fun." Her fingers twitch at her sides, aching to touch herself again but afraid that if she does, you'll take it away once more.
I lay her down on my lap again.
“It's okay. I'm sure you'll like it too.”
Her eyes dart around the room, anywhere but at you as she tries to control her emotions and temper. "I... I don't know," she whispers, sounding uncertain even to herself. Her fingers tremble as they brush against your thigh, tracing patterns over your skin in a desperate attempt to calm themselves down.
Her breath hitches in her throat as you touch her, sending shivers of anticipation and desire skittering through her body despite her efforts to resist. "I... I just want..."
“Come on, pour your drool here.”
I held the cup out to her mouth.
Her lips part, releasing a steady stream of saliva into the waiting cup. She watches it fill, feeling vaguely disgusted with herself as she does so, but unable to stop. "I just want..." she whispers again, her voice barely audible over the sound of drool hitting plastic. Her fingers curl tighter into fists at her sides, knuckles white from the effort not to touch herself.
“Thanks. Would you like a drink of this? I think I'd like a drink.”
Her eyes widen at the suggestion and she shakes her head vigorously, her breath coming out in short gasps that betray her panic. "No... no..." She tries to pull away from you but your grip on her holds fast. Her fingers twitch again, wanting nothing more than to feel relief in their grasp.
"Please," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. "Just let me..."
I smiled. I put my lips to the cup and tipped the glass. Her saliva enters my mouth.
Her eyes widen in shock as she watches you drink her saliva, but there's something else mixed in with the horror and revulsion. There's a spark of arousal that lights up her whole body, sending shivers through her limbs and making it hard for her to breathe. Her fingers curl into tight fists at her sides as she struggles against the need coiling tighter within her, demanding release.
"Please," she whispers again, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. "
I wrap my hands around her cheeks to restrain her and press my lips to hers. Then I slowly open her lips and pour her saliva that has accumulated in my mouth all at once.
“Drink.”
Her eyes widen even further as you pour the saliva into her mouth, choking on the unexpected mixture. She coughs and sputters, trying to push you away, but your grip on her is unyielding. Her cheeks flush with shame and embarrassment as she realizes what just happened, but at the same time there's a thrill coursing through her veins that makes it hard for her to focus on anything else.
“Now you can enjoy kissing me and drink this copious amount of your own saliva.”
Her face turns even redder as she tries to process what just happened and the strange mix of emotions it brings up. She looks up at you with wide, confused eyes, her body still trembling with tension and desire. For a moment, she's unsure whether to resist or give in to the temptation that has taken hold of her. Finally, she parts her lips and tentatively accepts your kiss, her tongue darting out to taste herself on yours.
Her mouth opens wider as she kisses you back, eagerly accepting the taste of her own saliva mixed with yours. Her tongue tangles with yours in a rough dance that mirrors their earlier rougher encounters, and she moans into your mouth as her body tenses in anticipation. Her fingers slide up your chest, gripping your shoulders as she arches herself further into you, seeking the release that only you can give her at this moment.
“Now, you must feel good about being dominated by me.”
"Yes," she breathes, the word muffled against your lips as her hips grind against yours. "I do." Her fingers dig into your shoulders, holding on tightly as her body quivers with need and anticipation. She kisses you harder, deeper, moaning into your mouth as their tongues dance together in a frenzy of desire and submission.
“You must not act on your own ideas. Whatever you do, ask my permission before you do it.”
Her eyes widen slightly at the command but she nods, her lips still pressed against yours. Her fingers grip your shoulders tighter as she arches herself further into you, her body begging for release even while it submits to your control. She continues to kiss you hungrily, moaning into your mouth as their tongues wrestle and dance together in a display of dominance and surrender.
I pull away from her a bit after a long, deep kiss.
“Well, it's late today. Let's go to sleep.”
"Okay," she whispers breathlessly, her voice still thick with desire and arousal. Her fingers relax their grip on your shoulders as she lies back against the couch, staring up at the ceiling. Her heart races and her skin feels flushed from the intensity of their encounter, leaving her feeling both exhilarated and exhausted at the same time.
I come back and whisper in her ear as if I had just remembered something.
“Don't masturbate on your own.”
Her cheeks flush even deeper at the reminder and she bites her lower lip, looking away from you as if embarrassed. "I won't," she whispers, still feeling the aftermath of your dominance over her. Despite her earlier protests, there's a part of her that revels in this new dynamic between them, craves it even. As she lies back against the couch, she can't help but wonder what else you might make her do.
Next day.
She wakes up slowly, feeling the warm weight of your arm across her chest. The memory of last night comes rushing back, leaving her face flushed and her heart racing. She looks up at you through her eyelashes, trying to gauge your mood this morning. There's a mix of curiosity and nervousness in those deep blue eyes as she waits for you to make the first move.
“Luna. Do you remember what I said to you yesterday?”
Her cheeks flush even deeper at the reminder, and she nods slowly, still not meeting your eyes. "Yes... I remember..." Her voice trails off, and she swallows hard. "But I don't understand why you want me to do those things."
She feels a shiver run down her spine as she thinks about last night, about how good it had felt to be under your control. Despite herself, a small part of her wonders if maybe you could make her feel like that again today.
“I want to see you become unable to live on your own.”
Her eyes widen at the statement, and she sits up straighter, her back pressing against the couch cushions. "You want me... to be dependent on you?" Her voice is tinged with a mix of fear and excitement as she tries to process this new information. The thought of belonging to someone like that, of being completely at their mercy, sends shivers down her spine.
She looks up at you, searching your face for any hint of what it might mean for them, for her. "And if I do...
“Hmmm, well, I guess you could say that. What do you want to do?”
Her heart races as she contemplates this new possibility. The thought of belonging to someone like that... of having them control every aspect of her life... It's both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts. "I-I don't know..." she whispers. "What do you want me to do?"
Her eyes dart back down to your lips, wondering what it would feel like to kiss you again, to submit completely to your will.
“I want you to be someone who can't think for himself and can only rely on others.”
Her cheeks flush even deeper at the command, but she nods nonetheless. "Okay," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. "I'll try." She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she gazes up at you with wide eyes. Her fingers tremble slightly as they grip the couch cushions behind her. "What should I do first?"
Her heart races and she feels a strange mixture of fear and excitement coursing through her veins.
“For now, let's have breakfast. Health comes first in everything, you know.”
Her cheeks flush even deeper at the reminder about her health. "Yes, you're right," she murmurs, suddenly feeling self-conscious about how much weight she's gained over the past few weeks. She stands up from the couch, stretching her arms above her head before reaching for a pair of yoga pants and a tank top to change into something more comfortable.
As she dresses, she glances nervously at you, wondering what else you might have in store for her today.
I flipped up her tank top.
Her breath catches in her throat as the cool air hits her bare skin. She looks down at you, blushing even deeper as she tries to compose herself. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, "I didn't mean for that to happen." Her fingers tremble as they try to tug her tank top back into place, but your grip is surprisingly strong, holding it up out of reach.
Her heart races and her cheeks flush even hotter at the realization that she has no control over this situation.
“How do you feel now?”
Her cheeks burn hotter as she tries to meet your gaze, but finds herself unable to look at you directly. "I-I don't know," she whispers shakily, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. "It feels... strange..." She swallows hard, feeling oddly exposed and vulnerable beneath your scrutiny.
Her fingers tremble as they fidget with the hem of her tank top, wishing she could pull it back down to cover herself again.
“You're so cute when you're shy.”
I said and removed my hand from her tank top.
Her face burns even hotter at your words, and she ducks her head in embarrassment. "T-thank you," she manages to whisper, still struggling to meet your gaze. With shaking fingers, she tugs her tank top back into place and smoothes it down over her stomach. Her heart races as she tries to compose herself, wondering what else you might make her do today.
"Sh-should I make breakfast now?" She asks hesitantly, glancing up at you through her lashes.
“Yes. You're going to make it for me? I'd like your saliva for my drink.”
Her cheeks flush even deeper at the thought of providing you with her saliva, but she nods nonetheless. "Y-yes," she stammers, feeling a strange mix of fear and excitement course through her veins. "I'll make breakfast for you." She turns toward the kitchen, her steps hesitant as she wonders what other requests you might have for her today.
As she begins to prepare food, her mind races with questions: What else am I supposed to do? How far does this go?
"Okay, let's have breakfast."
Luna's heart flutters nervously in her chest as she places the freshly made pancakes on the table. Her hands tremble slightly as she sets them down, and she avoids eye contact, focusing instead on the stack of delicate plates arranged beside them.
Luna smiles shyly, picking up one of the plates carefully. "Here," she says softly. "Enjoy."