Yes

Yana stood over Daffney, relishing her victory. She leaned down, her fingers curling around the hem of Daffney's already stretched tank top. With a cruel smile, she began to pull it upwards, slowly exposing more of Daffney's skin.

"Let's see how you like this," Yana sneered.

"No, please! Don't!" she pleaded, trying to squirm away, but Yana held her firmly in place.

The cool night air hit Daffney's skin as the tank top inched higher, revealing her toned stomach and the bottom of her black bra. The fabric bunched around her chest, creating a tight band. Daffney's heart raced, the humiliation of the situation weighing her down.

Yana's friends continued to record, their whispered comments and laughter a constant background noise. They zoomed in, capturing every agonizing moment of Daffney's exposure.

"Smile for the camera, Daffney," Yana mocked, her grip tightening on the tank top. "This is what you get for messing with me."

Daffney's cheeks burned as she tried to muster the strength to fight back. Her hands clawed at Yana's wrists.

"Please, stop!"

Yana paused for a moment, looking down at her beaten opponent. She gave the tank top one final, decisive yank. The tank top flew off Daffney’s arms, leaving her on the ground in her bra. Her small perky tits and pierced belly button were now on display.

Daffney's gasp was audible, her humiliation complete. She lay there, her body trembling, as Yana admired her handiwork.

“That’s what you get, bitch.”

Hidden away, Yana's friends continued to record, their cameras capturing every detail of Daffney's humiliation.