She made a show of it, too; taking her sweet time tightening the straps around her hips and thighs. Night Sky finally tugged her dress off entirely and discarded it with the rest of their clothes.

Once everything was in place, she moved back to Finnick, leaning over him so she could undo his collar, shushing him as she did so. "Don't worry, baby. We just need to adjust a little." She turned it around, setting the collar backwards so the chain was along the nape of his neck.

"Perfect." She murmured and smeared her thumb along his lower lip, catching more slickness and saliva that she sucked off her fingertip, her gaze predatory. "No coming until I say so, baby. Now — face down, ass up."