Under the silver gaze of the full moon, she stands, her nightgown a whisper of fabric against her skin. She's a vision of temptation, her body silhouetted, her nipples visible through the thin cloth. With a sultry smile, she begins to remove her nightgown, her fingers tracing the edge, teasing herself as she lifts it, inch by agonizing inch. Her tits, full and round, are finally freed, bouncing slightly with her movements. She lets the nightgown drop to the floor, her body now fully bare, a pagan offering to the moon's approving glow.