Mia..

The garden seemed to hold its breath as the lantern swung wide, its golden arc chasing shadows across hedges and gravel. Leaves shimmered under the light, but nothing moved faster than the Model’s predatory gaze.

“Lena…” the Model sang out, dragging the word like velvet, “…your little green panties are practically begging me to claim them.”

Lena froze behind her hedge, body taut, chest rising and falling beneath her bra. The lantern’s glow kissed her bare thighs before flicking away, leaving her trembling in shadow, pulse hammering.

But the Model’s attention was quick, precise, and cunning. With a sharp twist of her wrist, the lantern swung across the path—and Mia, dashing toward the manor gates, was caught in its full, golden glow.

“Ahhh,” the Model purred, lips curling, eyes bright, “…so eager to escape without me? Naughty, naughty little wolf.”

Mia’s hand shot to shield herself, but the light had already mapped every curve, every line beneath her sheer purple lingerie. Her pumps dug into the gravel, but her body betrayed her—frozen in the glow, shivering with panic and illicit thrill.

The Model circled, basket swinging lazily, her gaze sweeping every inch of Mia’s exposed form. The shimmer of her bra pressed against the thin lace, nipples faintly outlined. The soft swell of her hips and thighs gleamed under the lantern, the sheer leggings clinging like a second skin yet offering no protection.

“You thought Lena’s shame would save you a moment,” the Model teased, voice low, velvety, brushing Mia like a caress. “But my light sees everything… every trembling inch of you.”

Mia’s breath hitched, chest rising and falling beneath the lace. She wanted to flee, to disappear—but the thrill of being exposed held her rooted, muscles taut and shaking.

The Model’s hand drifted deliberately, brushing Mia’s waistband under the leggings, teasing the thin silk of her panties beneath. Then she tapped a finger against Mia’s pumps, tracing a slow path over the shoes as if weighing their fate.

“Mmm… such a delicious dilemma,” the Model whispered, lips close enough to graze Mia’s ear. “Do I take your shoes, little wolf, and leave you stumbling barefoot across my garden… or… do I dare claim those pretty panties you’ve been hiding, leaving you fully exposed beneath this thin veil?”

Mia gasped sharply, thighs clenching, nipples pressing harder against the lace. Her fingers trembled at her sides, unable to intervene.

“One will rob you of your dignity,” the Model murmured, tracing the edge of Mia’s waistband, teasing the soft lace, “…the other… your freedom.”

Her hand flicked down toward Mia’s pumps, lifting and teasing them just enough to make her gasp again. Heat pooled in Mia’s belly, shivers racing up her spine. Every inch of her felt exposed, every line of her body displayed under the predatory glow.

The lantern swung in lazy arcs, golden light dancing across her trembling curves, every movement of the Model’s fingers a promise: one way or another, she would leave Mia completely bare before the night ended.

Clothes status

• Lena: knee-high boots, sheer green bra + panties.

• Mia: pumps, sheer leggings, purple sheer lingerie set.

• Basket: Lena's pencil skirt, blouse, Leather jacket. Mia's lace dress, Coat.