Meesei grinned. "Hmm, I will have to remember that. I sometimes forget how easily clothing, or lack thereof, can...excite many non-lycans. In fact..." Her voice trailed off as she grabbed a hold of some of the straps on Lunise's uniform. She had seen Lunise remove it herself the previous day by the ocean, so Meesei knew how to remove it right away. Although, it took Meesei much longer to undress Lunise than it had herself, mostly because she had a tendency to interrupt herself by pulling Lunise into a kiss, or other intimate embrace. 

By the time Meesei had finished moving the articles of Lunise's clothing off of the bed, intentionally gently, they had moved to the middle of the bed. They were pressed closed together, and Meesei ran her hand down her side, eventually running it over the thigh that held Lunise's prominent scar. Even with as many other thoughts as were going through Meesei's mind at the moment, she could not help but to pay attention to the curious, inquisitive part of her mind. "You know, one does not gain a scar like that without a story to go with it. Is it one that you would mind telling?" Meesei asked.