First Offering

Lena’s hazel eyes followed the model’s finger toward the low branch swaying slightly in the breeze. Her throat tightened. That’s where she want me to hang something. That’s where the game begins.

Her hands tugged nervously at the hem of her jacket, the leather creaking softly. She’d just bought it. It was warm, safe, and most of all—expensive. Leaving it draped on a branch in the middle of the park? Unthinkable.

But then her gaze slid down to her skirt. Short, flirty, the thin fabric barely shielding her sheer leggings. If she lost that piece, there’d be no question: the model would see the dark lace of her panties through the thin material. The thought made her knees weak, her thighs pressing together.

The model watched her deliberation with wicked patience, lips curling into a knowing smile. “Jacket… safe, boring,” she murmured, eyes flicking over her body. “Skirt… risky, daring.” she leaned in just slightly, voice brushing against Lena like silk. “Which girl are you tonight?”

Lena swallowed hard, her fingers twitching at the waistband of her skirt. The air felt sharper against her flushed skin, her heart beating so loud she swore the model could hear it.

If she chose the jacket, she would still be wrapped, guarded. If she chose the skirt, she’d already be half-exposed, her lace panties teased into view beneath sheer leggings.

The model’s eyes narrowed, predatory and amused. “Well, Lena? What will you gift me first?”

Clothing Status

Lena: is still fully dressed—leather jacket, tank top, skirt, leggings, boots, lace bra and panties. The model has pointed to a low branch, instructing her to leave her first piece of clothing there.