If it means Alexia keeps her dress on then Sarah join the punishment

Sarah’s gloved hands clenched into fists at her sides, her light blue dress rustling as she stepped forward. "What do you want, Roxy?" she demanded, voice shaking with barely restrained anger.

Roxy’s smirk deepened as she shifted the stolen bag to her other shoulder, the fabric of her black Bowsette dress straining slightly over her crossed arms. "What do I want?" she repeated, tilting her head with mock thoughtfulness. The horns atop her blonde wig caught the fluorescent lights of the convention center entrance, casting jagged shadows across Alexia’s flushed face. "I think you know exactly what I want, Sarah."

Roxy’s gloved fingers tightened around Alexia’s wrist as she leaned in, her breath hot against Alexia’s ear. "You're going to walk into that convention center without your dress," she murmured, her voice dripping with cruel amusement. "No dress, no underwear—just everyone seeing Princess Peach humiliated and exposed."

Roxy’s smirk twisted into something sharper as she turned her gaze fully on Sarah, her grip on Alexia’s wrist tightening just enough to make her whimper. "Unless," she purred, tilting her head, "you want to join in her little punishment?" The words slithered between them, thick with implication. "Because then it might be... something else."

Sarah’s breath hitched, her gloved fingers trembling as they hovered near the delicate lace of her bodice. The convention center’s fluorescent lights glinted off Roxy’s horns, casting jagged shadows over the panic in Alexia’s wide eyes.

"Fine," Sarah whispered, her voice barely audible over the distant hum of the crowd inside. She swallowed hard, her throat dry. "If it means Alexia keeps her dress on... then I can join the punishment."

Roxy’s fingers loosened just slightly around Alexia’s wrist as she let out a low, throaty laugh. “Oh, Sarah,” she murmured, stepping closer, the heel of her boot clicking sharply against the tile. “I knew you’d play along.”

Sarah swallowed hard, her heart racing as she looked at Alexia. The poor girl was trembling in fear, her breasts heaving under the thin fabric of her dress. Sarah could feel the heat of Roxy's body as she stood close to her, the smell of her perfume making her lightheaded.

"So, what do you want me to do?" Sarah asked, her voice shaking slightly.

Roxy's smirk grew wider, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Oh, Sarah," she purred, running her tongue over her lips. "I have so many ideas for you."