The city streets echo with the sounds of Mistletear's desperate moans as she clutches her tattered costume, trying futilely to hide her nudity. The wind whips around her, teasing her exposed nipples, as she's surrounded by a sea of gaping faces. Her heart races, not just from the battle, but from the thrill of exhibitionism. The Lieux-Tenebreux' dark energy courses through her veins, intensifying her arousal. She can feel the wetness between her thighs, yearning for the touch of her beloved Tuxedo Mask, or perhaps even the eager gaze of a stranger.