How many men by now had asked Luna to strip for them? There was something almost comfortable about the request, even though she knew (almost for sure) that the whole point of it was to throw her off.
You’ll have to do better than that, Luna thought, keeping the smugness off her face.
Slowly she moved her hand up from her side, letting it slide up along the skirt, along the stretch of bare stomach, across her breast, across her collarbone. There were clips on the straps that detached them from the bra, and her fingers found those first and undid them, her eyes locked the entire time on Ares. She had already decided that she would not look away, would not drop her eyes demurely. Not until she had to. Not unless he made her.
She drew the straps down her arms, letting them drop to the carpet. Then she reached behind her to unclip the bra itself. There was a moment of true freedom when it came open, the latex no longer binding her so tightly. She slowly drew it away from her breasts and let it join where the straps had fallen.