Luna’s chin stayed up. Her lips were still curled around the last syllable of her ’I’ll show you who’s boss,’ her gaze was locked on Kaiden’s, and her brain had not yet caught up to the fact that running her mouth at a man whose favorite hobby was escalation had consequences.
Kaiden did not look away from her challenging gaze.
"Besties..."
Nyx’s voice cut in, perfectly timed, perfectly innocent. She had her phone out, head tilted at the notification.
"Alex sent me a message."
Nyx turned the phone around.
’look around 😳😳’
Everyone looked.
The master bedroom they had walked into was not the master bedroom they had left that morning. A leather case sat open beside the nightstand, velvet-lined interior gleaming with dark metal and shimmer-threaded cable. A rolling garment rack had been wheeled in along the far wall. The wardrobe doors stood slightly parted open.
Calypso’s tail twitched once. Then again.
"Oh. I think I know what’s going on..."
Bastet had already drifted to the silks. Her ears twitched.
"Master will love this..."
Kaiden had not moved. He was still watching Luna.
Luna’s gaze drifted toward the wardrobe on its own momentum, and she cracked the door wider.
"What the fuck. It’s full of..."
Her voice stopped.
Her gaze had just landed on the far end of the rack.
White with irregular black patches. A little hood with stubby horns above it and a bell on a red ribbon, paired with a bikini top that was two triangles held together by willpower, and a matching bottom with a curled tail. A tiny, flat cow set.
Luna’s brain caught up in stages.
"...Wait. These are for small cup sizes. But only I..."
Her mouth closed.
Pressure arrived at the back of her neck. Apex predator intent. Luna’s awakened instincts recognized it on the molecular level: you are the prey.
Luna turned, like a robot.
"Put it on."
"No."
"Yes."
"Never!"
The pressure increased. Luna’s lips trembled once.
Nyx drifted up behind her, hands clasped behind her back. "Gremlin Bestie?"
"Stay out of it, pink bimbo, this is between me and... hey!"
Luna’s top peeled itself off, weightless. Her bra was unclipping itself from behind before she finished spinning. Her pants went next, one leg floating obediently toward Nyx’s waiting hand, Luna swatting at her own possessed laundry and cursing with enough creativity to make a sailor take notes.
"You were a very bad girl today. You know you’ll be punished. Might as well play along, no~?"
"Ugh! Perverts..."
Nyx caught Luna’s bra on a fingertip of spatial force, twirled it once for the camera, and flicked it underhand across the room.
The panties hit Kaiden in the face. "No peeking~"
He stood there with a small, very warm, still-warm purple bra draped over his face, breathing through his nose.
Nyx’s voice, singsong from across the room. "You must exercise patience, Kai~ Let her get dressed first~"
Luna grabbed the set off the hanger. The Storm Valkyrie understood. The only dignified way out was through. The bottoms, then the top. The hood last, little white horns flopping, the bell settling against her collarbone.
She turned to face the room.
The cow-print triangles did nothing to cover anything. The tail hung limp behind her.
"She’s ready~" Nyx sang. Kaiden reached up, pulled the bra off his face.
Luna’s defiant glare cracked as her gaze dropped, because Kaiden was throbbing.
"...Wait. Kai. Hold on..."
The room moved.
Kaiden crossed the distance in two steps, and Luna’s world tilted very fast.
The bed caught her.

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