She flirts with Daisy

Velvet Vixen exhales shakily, eyes fluttering half-lidded as the Hot Box continues to hum around her—deep, steady pulses rising in intensity. Her voice is low and playful as she flashes Daisy a smirk.

“If this is just the warm-up,” she purrs, “I can’t wait for the main course.”

Daisy lets out a delighted squeal and claps her hands.

“Oh, sugar... that’s the idea!”

Velvet Vixen blinks. “Wait—what exactly do you mean by that?”

Daisy leans in close, pressing her lips near the heroine’s ear.

“You’ll see,” she whispers.

Then she steps back, tapping the side of the box with a satisfied flick. The machine’s rhythm shifts—deeper now. Slow. Seductive. Almost… intelligent.

Velvet Vixen bites her lip, trying not to gasp as the support post subtly changes pressure.

Okay. That’s new. That’s very new.

Inside the box, her restraints hold her in place, forcing her body to feel everything. The gentle warmth seeps into her muscles, the air thick with floral perfume. Sweat beads at her temples, her mask clinging tighter.

She shifts—just slightly—and the post responds.

“Oh wow.”

Daisy just grins, hips cocked, arms folded across her stomach as she watches her prize start to squirm.

“Y’know,” Daisy muses, “Venus wanted this to be all official and villain-y, but I gotta say... this is way more fun.”

Velvet Vixen gives her a look—half dazed, half daring.

“Careful, Daisy. You’re gonna make me start liking you.”

Daisy giggles, cheeks pink.

“Mission accomplished, baby.”