Let Clara take explicit photos of your new body, posing just for her.

00:40 | Monday 4 Aug 2025 | Velvet Nightclub, Putney

Clara’s phone is in her hand before you’ve even finished spinning for her, the flash already flickering as she steps back, eyes wide with greedy excitement. “Jesus, Mia, you’re unreal. Stand by the mirror—yeah, like that. Push those tits together for me.”

You obey, giggling as you press your cartoonishly swollen breasts together, the glossy skin catching every glint of bathroom light. Clara circles you, snapping photo after photo, each shot more explicit than the last. She coaxes you to arch your back, to jut your hips, to tug your tiny crop top up until it’s nothing more than a band under your breasts. “God, those are obscene. Turn around—let me see that ass.”

You spin, hands on the marble counter, arching so your skirt rides up and exposes both the curve of your hips and the jeweled plug still winking between your cheeks. Clara’s laughter is low and delighted. “Perfect. Now look over your shoulder—pout for me, slut.”

You purse your glossy lips, tongue flicking out to show off the stud, eyes half-lidded with practiced seduction. Clara’s camera clicks, her voice a constant stream of praise and direction. “More. Show me the tattoo. Spread your legs a little. I want to see everything.”

You drop to your knees on the cool tiles, thighs parted, breasts hanging heavy and round, Clara’s name bold and black just above your mound. She zooms in, capturing every detail—the roses snaking up your ribs, the garter curling around your thigh, the wings fanning across your back. “Fuck, Mia, you’re my masterpiece. I can’t wait to show these off.”

She crouches beside you, snapping a selfie with your faces pressed together, her hand cupping one of your massive tits, both of you grinning, flushed and wild. “Say it, Mia. Tell me who you belong to.”

You giggle, words tumbling out in a shameless torrent of filth and devotion, every syllable bimbofied and explicit. Clara beams, stroking your hair, her thumb brushing your cheek. “That’s my girl.”

She scrolls through the photos, selecting the most obscene, sending them to her private group chat with a wicked smile. “You’re going to be famous, babe. Everyone’s going to want a taste.”

01:00 | Monday 4 Aug 2025 | Velvet Nightclub, Putney

ROOMIE ROMANCE | Hard | Monday | 1 day remaining

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