Pink Cropped Sweater & Navy Shorts

Lena moved a little slower than Mia had, circling one of the tall wardrobes as though it might give up its secret if she stared long enough. Her fingers brushed the carved frame, her eyes searching for some symbol, some hint, but the wood gave away nothing obvious.

Behind her, the Model’s soft laugh rolled like silk.

“Stalling won’t save you, Lena. Make a wager, or I’ll make one for you…”

Flustered, Lena’s mouth blurted before her mind caught up.

“My sweater,” she said, tugging at the hem. “I bet there are sweaters inside.”

The Model’s eyes gleamed.

“Ah, obedience without thinking. My favourite.”

She gestured. “Go on, open it.”

Lena pulled the wardrobe doors wide. Inside, row upon row of scarves spilled down like soft ribbons not a single sweater among them.

The Model’s laughter rose like velvet claws.

“Not sweaters, Just Scarves.” She stepped forward, hands sliding up Lena’s arms to the neckline of her cropped pink sweater. In one smooth motion she peeled it upward, off her body, and folded it into her basket.

“There. Gone. A piece for me… and a lesson for you.”

Her voice lowered to a teasing murmur. “You’ll learn soon enough to look before you leap.”

Her eyes flicked between both girls, one bare armed, the other hoodie less, and her smile deepened.

“Who’s next? My wolf or my obedient one?”

The Model’s smile turned sly as she pivoted away from Lena and set her sights on the wolf.

“Enough of the safe little wagers. I’m bored. Wolf…” she purred, “it’s your turn to show some teeth.”

Mia swallowed, clutching her shorts at the waistband. The Model’s voice dipped lower, velvet and steel all at once.

“Wager your shorts. And if you actually manage to find the chest with shorts inside, I’ll strip off my skirt right here. Do you dare?”

Mia’s heart pounded. She gave a short nod and stepped forward to a random chest near the far corner of the hall. She placed both palms on the lid, eyes flicking up to meet the Model’s.

“My shorts. I bet there are shorts inside.”

The Model’s tongue touched the corner of her lip in amusement. “Bold. Reckless. Delicious.”

She swept a hand through the air. “Open it.”

Mia lifted the lid and found it stacked with scarlet cloaks, folded neatly like flames. No shorts anywhere. Her stomach sank.

The Model’s laugh slid over her like satin.

“Not shorts, wolf. Cloaks. How fitting for you to lose to a disguise.”

She stepped close and hooked her fingers under the waistband of Mia’s navy shorts. With one sharp tug she peeled them down her hips and off her legs, folding them neatly into the basket.

“Now…” she teased, brushing her thumb just under the band of Mia’s tights, “you’re starting to look more like my little wolf again.”

Her eyes flicked back to Lena.

“Shall the obedient one wager next, or will my wolf try to recover her pride?”

Clothing Status

Lena: Pale pink bra, White camisole, Dark denim mini skirt whit a thin black belt, Black sheer leggings, Pale pink panties, Ankle boots

Mia: Black sports bra, Black tank top, Sheer black tights, Black panties, Sneakers, Wolf ears headband

Model: Black satin blouse (sheer sleeves), Tight corset, High-waisted pencil skirt whit a side slit, Barefoot

Basket: Model’s silk panties Mia: Grey fitted hoodie, High-waisted navy shorts Lena's: Pink cropped sweater