Luna shakes what her momma gave her!

Luna had gotten into a good grove with her dancing and overall routine. She was really starting to enjoy it, and aside from the fact that she was exposing herself to any stallion or mare that happened to be in the club during her sets, it was a great deal of fun. Troubling, however, was an increase in the number of off duty Guardsponies, and Guard patrols that happened to come through the club on a nightly basis. She wasn't worried about anypony discovering her through her looks or actions, but her speech patterns might give her away, as might her voice. She made a few alterations to the enchantment that disguised her, and covered both possibilities.

It was bound to happen that one night, she would notice somepony in the crowd that she recognized from Court or in her day to day life. A butler, a maid, or perhaps one of the more base Nobles. She had prepared herself for this, or so she thought. She had always heard rumors of the more depraved and possibly, deprived, actions of embers of Court and the Nobility. But to see it so blatantly displayed from a private viewing booth, especially with one she knew well, was a jarring shock.

There, in one of the luxury private viewing booths was Blueblood. His eyes were transfixed on Luna and her movements. His hands on the other hand... well, Luna had to admit that he would make a mare happy, if he could overcome his more crass activities, if what he had between his hands was anything to go by. Luna shuddered at the thought, and while a very dark and sick part of her would love nothing more than to reveal who she was to her nephew, she didn't want to have to explain to 'Tia why Blueblood needed more psychiatric counseling, nor what she was doing on that stage in the first place.

As she did her set, Luna couldn't help but notice that as transfixed as Blueblood was upon her, she noticed another seemingly transfixed on him. The mare in question was in a back stage area that while secluded in darkness, granted a full view of the stage, and the viewing booth directly in front of the stage, where Blueblood was sitting. While she was in no position to do anything about it at the moment, Luna felt she should give her nephew a little help. She had heard that while she had been on the moon, that Blueblood had been born to a relative to her and Celestia and had grown to be a very lonely stallion. That loneliness, and overall, lack of attention when he was younger, had caused him to become the way he was. Celestia felt trapped, powerless to change the outcome for a young pony that she felt responsible for. Luna did not. While she hadn't been there to give the young stallion the discipline he'd needed alongside the love that 'Tia gave him, she could possibly correct his actions now and produce a fine young stallion that wouldn't be a constant disappointment. Though, Luna had to admit that he had no small talent for negotiating treaties. She would have to talk with Blueblood about that at some point, and possibly to Cadence about getting the young stallion a marefriend. He needed one. Badly.

Luna finished her current set by whipping off her bra in a captivating way, which just like the first night, and the night before this one, had caused the crowd to roar. She caught the stap of the garment on her wing tip and with a flutter of wings, tail and mane,was off stage and into the warm embrace of the silk dressing gown held out for her by Midnight and now, Trixie, who had her other garments in her magic.

"What happened Trixie? I thought we had planned for a burst of pyrotechnics when I removed my bra?" Luna said only a little annoyed.

"Um... Well.. yes.. uhhh..." Trixie stammered, in a very un-Trixie like way.

"I think she was distracted by all the fine stallions in the crowd. While it's frowned upon to just start masturbating out in the general seating areas, I know that we've been pulling in a larger amount of bits than we have in six months out of the private viewing booths, and Blueblood has had the center one booked for the last two nights if you count tonight. And with as good as your performances have been, I think my bouncers have been a bit lax in enforcing the decency policies. We'll get the pyro on the next set, Moonlight." Midnight said as they all made their way back to the dressing room that had been set aside for Luna's private use.

"I'm very sorry.. I was distracted and it won't happen again, I swear." Trixie said sincerely. It wasn't that Trixie was apologizing to Luna that got her. It was that Trixie really meant it. It was a heartfelt apology and Luna could see that Trixie honestly felt bad about letting her down. Luna embraced her in a hug.

"It's alright, my little pony. All is forgiven." Luna said softly in Trixie's ear. The three of them turned a corner to get to the dressing room and standing there was Blueblood. He hadn't seen Luna yet, and Midnight brought Luna in a different direction while Trixie went to try and get him away from Luna's dressing room.

"Prince Blueblood. What may I do for you?" Trixie asked as she looked the noblepony over. She HAD been distracted by him, and though, like every pony else, she had heard the rumors about him, he had very good looks and was of noble lineage, which most mares would be fighting for a chance to have.

"You're Moonlight Starbright's agent and manager?" Blueblood asked, actually giving Trixie his full and undivided attention.

"Yes, I have that privilege and honor. Trixie Lulamoon, at your service, majesty." Trixie stated with some pride.

"I see. Well, then, Ms. Lulamoon. I would like to discuss with you the possibility of a private dance from Moonlight. Her beauty is captivating. My only regret was that I had missed her first performance." Blueblood said as he seemed to stare off into space for a moment.

"Well, we'll have to discuss what kind of budget you have in mind and the services you were looking for out of this private dance. I'd then need to discuss it with Moonlight herself. She's a mare of exquisite beauty, and in high demand. If she says no, majesty, you'll have to accept that." Trixie said smoothly trying to cover all the bases.

"Bits are of no concern to me, Ms. Lulamoon. As for services, a normal set, as well as a lap dance or two perhaps a few other acts would be what I'm looking for..."

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Luna was finally back in her dressing room after Trixie had managed to sidetrack Blueblood. When she heard exactly what her nephew was looking for, she told Trixie in no uncertain terms that Moonlight would NOT be doing any such thing for him. If Trixie wanted to... entertain him, Luna wouldn't object, though she would ask that Trixie be careful with him.

"Luna, in all seriousness you'd bring in a lot of bits that way. But I understand. However, on a more positive note, you've brought in enough that I've been able to pay off the Griffons. You could end out tonight if you want, though I do have you booked until Sunday night." Midnight brought up.

"Fear not, fair Midnight. I shall dance up through Sunday, with that evening being Moonlight's last. At least as far as this is concerned. I may come back once in a while and perform. However, I do plan on still meeting up with you and Trixie on a regular basis. You two have become close friends for me, and I do not want to loose that." Luna said as she finished cleaning up after the set.

"Now, I need your advice for a final performance for Sunday night. All of the remaining days I can keep doing what I've already been doing as that's still keeping the crowds interest. I'm still concerned about all the guards that come though. It is only a matter of time before an officer, or Suns and Moons forbid, Shining Armor comes in to either investigate what his guards are doing or is brought in to see the great Moonlight perform. I'd hate for that part of me to ruin the relationship he's been building with Cadence." Luna expressed.

"Have no fear, Luna. We'll have an epic finale that nopony will ever forget. As for the guards, it's kept incidents down, and if Captain Armor is that easily swayed, then Lady Cadence is better off without him." Midnight said confidently.