Alexia fix her panties

The convention floor’s harsh fluorescents burned against Alexia’s flushed skin as she crawled forward, the leash chain jingling with every humiliating shuffle of her knees. A gasp rippled through the crowd as a group of fans surged closer, phones raised, their excited whispers sharp against her ears—"Oh my god, is that Princess Peach?" "Look at her panties!" "Bowsette totally owns her!"

Roxy’s smirk widened as she tugged the leash, pulling Alexia’s panties down another inch, exposing her glistening folds to the eager crowd. Alexia’s eyes widened in shock as she instinctively lurched upright, her gloved hands flying to the stretched lace to yank it back into place with a sharp gasp.

"Tsk tsk, Princess," Roxy purred, her spiked heel grinding into the floor as she leaned down, her breath hot against Alexia’s ear. "Hands stay on the ground. Unless you want me to make it worse?"

Alexia’s fingers trembled as she lowered her gloved hands back to the cold convention floor, her breath hitching as the lace of her panties finally settled back into place—still stretched obscenely tight, but at least no longer threatening to slip completely free.

Alexia whimpered as she inched forward, the convention floor into her palms through her white gloves. Roxy's spiked boots clicked in slow pursuit behind her, the leash chain swaying with each torturous step. A bead of sweat trickled down Alexia's spine as the crowd's murmurs crescendoed—someone shouted "Show us more, Peach!"

Roxy’s fingers tightened around the leash, her smirk deepening as she gave another slow, deliberate tug—just enough to make the pink lace bite into Alexia’s hips. The crowd’s laughter swelled as Alexia’s breath hitched, her gloved fingers curling against the convention floor.

"Eyes forward, Princess," Roxy commanded, her voice dripping with amusement. "Unless you’d rather I let them see what happens when you disobey?"