In a high-ceilinged room with marble floors and arched windows, Luna Vex, with icy blonde hair, stands barefoot on cold stone, facing toward the camera. A storm rages quietly outside—lightning flickers in the distance, barely illuminating her figure in a skin-tight, transparent silver slip that clings to every line of her body. Mist rolls in from the open windows as the wind catches her platinum hair, sweeping it across her face. Her back arches slowly, eyes narrowed with a smirk that’s equal parts challenge and seduction. Her presence is quiet but electric, like the room itself is reacting to her. Goosebumps rise on her skin—not from the cold, but from anticipation. Her voice hasn’t said a word… but your body already answered.