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Chapter 11 by legion1986 legion1986

Bottoms Up

Mia’s Skirt

The Model’s fingers danced teasingly over the edge of Mia’s skirt.

“Bottoms up!” she purred, voice lilting with mischief.

Mia’s mind spun, heat pooling low in her belly. Was I really going to gamble my skirt on some… random fortune? She glanced down, feeling the sway of the fabric, then back at the Model. And what the hell did all this mean… catching the Red Hood, watching for mirrors?

The Model moved slowly, circling, eyes sharp and predatory, watching Mia like a cat stalking a startled mouse.

“You’ll soon know,” the Model teased, a wicked smile curling across her lips. Fingers brushing over Mia’s skirt again, leaving shivers in their wake. “All in good time, darling… all in good time.”

Mia swallowed, heart racing. The thrill of the unknown — and the risk of losing yet another piece — made her body tingle with anticipation. The game was far from over, and the Bare Fortune was only just beginning.


Clothing Status

Mia: topless in half of her cosplay outfit - short asymmetrical skirt, sheer vine-pattern tights, lace-trimmed pink thong.

Basket: wrist cuffs, earrings, golden sash, knee-high red leather boots, rose-pink detached sleeves , Crimson strapless bodice strapless bra

Gamble the Skirt?

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