Finnick obeys with a moan; it's obvious that even if he wasn't mind-controlled he would do this without hesitation. He opens his mouth widely and licks up into Night Sky, tasting a mixture of her juices, her sweat, and his own come. He arches his back to press himself into her as much as possible, performing the tricks he already knows she likes best. He lets out another groan as he sucks on her clit, flicking his tongue over it.