a week late in school she meets Mira

But the images of the past week kept flashing before her eyes. The humiliation at the convention, the exposure of her body, the degrading acts **** upon her by Roxy and Mira. It was all too much to bear.

As she tossed and turned in her bed, trying to find some semblance of comfort, her phone buzzed on the nightstand. With a sigh, she reached over and picked it up, expecting it to be a message from one of her friends.

But it wasn't. It was a message from Mira.

Her heart raced as she read the words on the screen: "Meet me after school. I have something important to discuss."

Alexia's mind raced with possibilities. Had Mira seen the photos of her at the convention? Was she going to use them to **** her? The thought made her stomach churn with fear.

She knew she had to confront Mira, but the thought of facing her rival after everything that had happened was terrifying.

As the school bell rang, signaling the end of the day, Alexia gathered her things and made her way to the meeting spot. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she could feel the sweat dripping down her back. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.

Mira was already waiting for her when she arrived. She smirked as she saw Alexia approach, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I hope you're ready for what I have to say," she purred, taking a step closer to Alexia.

Alexia's heart raced as she stood before Mira, her mind racing with possibilities. She couldn't help but feel exposed and ****, her body still tingling from the humiliation she had endured at the convention.

"I've been thinking," Mira began, her voice low and threatening. "And I've decided that you've been a very naughty girl."

Alexia felt her stomach drop as she realized what Mira was implying. She couldn't believe that her humiliation at the convention was going to be used against her in such a cruel way.

"If you don't want everyone to know about it at the next debate competition, come dressed only in a summer dress and shoes," Mira purred, smirking at Alexia's obvious discomfort.

Alexia's mind raced as she tried to process what Mira was saying. She couldn't believe that she was being blackmailed like this.

The thought of being exposed at the debate competition made her stomach churn with fear and humiliation. She tried to think of a way to get out of this situation, but she knew that Mira had the upper hand. She had the photos of her from the convention, and she knew that she would use them to her advantage.

"Fine," Alexia finally said, trying to keep her voice steady. "I'll do it. I'll wear a summer dress and shoes to the debate competition."

Mira smirked at her, satisfied with her response. "Good girl," she said, turning to walk away. "Don't disappoint me, or else."