Luna Hale, in a sheer top that leaves little to the imagination, boards a train, her pierced nipples prominently on display. She takes a seat, aware of the commuters behind her, and begins to subtly trace her fingers along the outline of her areolas. Her nipples harden under her touch, visible through the thin fabric, as she maintains a casual demeanor, eyes fixed on her book. The air is thick with tension, as the passengers behind her can't help but steal glances at her brazen display.