Lena recorded Alexia saying what she agreed to.

Roxy’s fingers tightened possessively in Alexia’s hair, yanking her head back to expose the frantic flutter of her throat. "Answer them, servant," she purred, her breath hot against Alexia’s ear. "Tell your little friends exactly what you agreed to."

Alexia’s lips parted, a whimper escaping as the camera flashed again—Lena was recording now, the red recording light searing into her vision like a brand. "I-I lost the duel," she whispered, the words ash in her mouth. "The rules—"

"Louder," Roxy snarled, twisting her grip.

Roxy’s fingers tightened in Alexia’s hair, forcing her to arch back further, her bare chest thrust forward for the camera’s unblinking eye. Lena’s phone hovered, recording every twitch of Alexia’s lips, every **** flicker of her lashes as she fought not to squirm.

"I-I lost the duel!" Alexia gasped, louder this time, her voice cracking under the weight of Roxy’s grip. "The rules—Your Majesty—say I have to obey!"

Maya’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening around her own badge. "Jesus, Alexia—"

Roxy’s free hand slid possessively up Alexia’s ribcage, her painted nails digging just hard enough to leave faint red crescents as she **** Alexia’s back flush against her. "Go on," she murmured, her lips brushing the shell of Alexia’s ear. "Tell them what happens when you break the rules."

Alexia’s breath hitched as Roxy’s nails bit deeper into her skin, the sting sharp enough to make her toes curl inside her stockings.

Flash. Another photo. The camera captured the way her lips trembled, the way her lashes fluttered as she fought to keep her composure.

"P-punishment," Alexia choked out, her voice barely above a whisper. Then, louder—**** by the cruel tug of Roxy’s grip—"Your Majesty punishes me if I break the rules!"

Maya’s fingers hovered over her phone screen, her expression caught between shock and morbid fascination.

Roxy’s laughter curled like smoke around Alexia’s ears as her fingers trailed down to pinch one stiffening nipple, twisting just shy of pain. "Good girl," she cooed, loud enough for the recording to catch. The crowd of onlookers had grown—convention-goers edging closer, phones raised, whispers slithering through the air like snakes.

Alexia’s thighs pressed together instinctively, her stockings rasping as she shifted, but Roxy’s knee abruptly wedged between them from behind, forcing them apart. "Ah-ah," Roxy tutted, her other hand sliding down to splay possessively over Alexia’s bare stomach.

Roxy’s fingers flexed against Alexia’s stomach, her thumb dipping teasingly beneath the lace edge of the garter belt as Lena’s camera zoomed in with another soft click. Alexia’s breath came in shallow gasps, the cold convention center air prickling her exposed skin as Roxy’s knee pressed higher between her thighs—not enough to touch, just enough to make her pulse hammer against the restraint.

"Look at them," Roxy murmured, her lips grazing the flushed curve of Alexia’s ear as she nodded toward the growing crowd. "They all want to see how far I’ll take this."