Ron was on a armchair being tended to be Luna Lovegood who was wearing basically nothing. Ron’s eyes bulged as he realized that he could see everything. She was wearing what looked like a bodice cage for a old style of clothes with a huge skirt, but it was streamlined down. Then a completely see through sheet of tulle around it. Her nipples were pink, peaked, and he even noted trimmed blond curls as he glanced away. But it didn’t help much, even some men were not dressed appropriately. Blaise Zabini was completely naked as Luna, with what looked like a more male copy of her dress. Ron blanched as Luna touched his cheek smiling at him and staring at his eyes. "We need to know if you want to stay okay?" she asked him gently. Ron swallowed dryly eyes locking with hers. "You’re the last, and you said you wanted to be... um..." she shifted, one leg going over his as she straightened himself. "Put in your place?" her voice while breathy also held a strained sort of authority. 