Alexia show off

She leaned in, her breath hot against Alexia's neck as she whispered, "Take off your bra, and maybe I'll let you put your dress back on." Her gloved hand traced along Alexia's back, leaving a trail of tingles. "Unless you'd rather stay like this for the whole day."

Alexia's face burned with humiliation, but she had ****. With trembling hands, she fumbled to unclasp the lacy bra, letting it fall away. The crowd erupted into cheers as she stood on all fours, her heavy breasts exposed. Roxy yanked the bra, dangling it in front of Alexia's face. "If you want to cover up, you'll have to show off your body for it," she purred, her breath hot against Alexia's neck.

Alexia’s breath hitched as she **** herself to rise on shaky legs, spreading them wider under Roxy’s merciless gaze. The cold convention hall air prickled against her exposed skin as she lifted trembling hands to her head, fingers tangling in the wig’s blonde strands to pull it back—exposing the full, flushed curve of her breasts to the leering crowd. Whistles and jeers rose around her and cameras flashing.

Roxy smirked, taking a step back to admire her work. Alexia was completely exposed, her body on display for all to see. She had never seen Alexia look so ****, so submissive. It was a sight to behold.

As the crowd continued to jeer and whistle, Alexia's face burned with humiliation. She had never felt so exposed, so powerless. But there was no escaping it now. She had agreed to the bet, and she would have to pay the price.

Roxy walked around her, taking in the sight of Alexia's exposed body. She couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the vulnerability she had reduced the once-proud cosplayer to. Alexia's face was flushed with embarrassment, her eyes wide with fear and shame. She looked like a broken doll, completely at Roxy's mercy.