Roxy wanted Alexia to humiliate herself

Roxy spins on her heel, the stolen costume bag dangling tauntingly from her fingertips. The station’s fluorescent lights catch the cruel gleam in her eyes as she tilts her head. "You want this back?" she purrs, voice dripping with false sweetness.

Alexia’s breath hitches, her gloved fingers curling into fists at her sides. "Just give it to me, Roxy," she snaps, but her rival only smirks wider.

Roxy’s gaze drags deliberately down Alexia’s Princess Peach dress before flicking back up. "Take off your underwear," she says, voice low and mocking. "Then maybe I'll give you the bag."

Alexia’s stomach drops. The station air hums with distant announcements, but Roxy’s words ring louder. "You’re insane," she breathes, her cheeks burning beneath the weight of the demand. The garter belt digs into her thighs as she shifts, the stockings suddenly too tight, too exposed under Roxy’s predatory gaze.

Roxy twirls the costume bag’s strap around one finger, slow and deliberate. "Tick-tock, princess. Convention starts in—what? An hour?" She taps her wrist where no watch sits, lips curving. "Or should I just toss this onto the tracks now?"

Alexia's eyes dart across the empty platform, scanning for security cameras or bystanders but she can't see any of it. She feels like she's in a nightmare, trapped in this moment with Roxy, her heart pounding in her chest. She can't believe she's considering taking off her underwear for the bag.

With a deep breath, Alexia unzips her jacket and pulls it off her shoulders and onto the floor, revealing her Princess Peach cosplay look. Her breath hitches as she reaches behind her back until her dress opens and takes her arm out of the sleeve of the dress, letting the top of the dress hang down to show her bra.

Alexia’s fingers trembled as they found the clasp of her bra. The cold station air prickled against her skin as she hesitated, Roxy’s smirk burning into her. With a sharp inhale, she undid the clasp and let the fabric slip free, the bra sliding down her arms before she thrust it toward Roxy, exposing her bare breasts to the flickering fluorescent lights, her nipples hardening instantly from the chill—or from humiliation.

Roxy snatched the bra with a triumphant chuckle, dangling it beside the stolen costume bag like trophies. "Cute," she drawled, her gaze lingering just long enough to make Alexia’s skin crawl.

Roxy’s grin sharpened as her gaze dropped lower, the stolen costume bag swaying mockingly in her grip. "Now the panties," she demanded, tapping one finger against her thigh. "Unless you'd rather show everyone at the convention how you look?"

Alexia's heart was pounding in her chest, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She knew she had to do something to get her wig back, but the thought of taking off her panties in front of Roxy was humiliating.

With a deep breath, she slowly pulled down her white panties, revealing her perfectly shaved pussy to Roxy's gaze. The cool air of the station tickled against her exposed skin as she stood there, **** and exposed.

Roxy's eyes widened in surprise, then narrowed in triumph. "Good girl," she purred, reaching out to take the panties from Alexia's trembling hands. She dangled them beside the stolen costume bag like trophies. "Now," she said, her voice low and menacing, "lift up your dress so you can see shaved pussy and don't cover your breast."

Alexia's cheeks burned with humiliation as she slowly lifted her dress, revealing her bare pussy to Roxy's gaze. The cool air of the station tickled against her exposed skin as she stood there, **** and exposed.

Roxy licked her lips slowly, her eyes roaming over Alexia's naked form. "You look so pretty like this," she breathed, stepping closer. "I almost feel bad for taking your costume."

Alexia's heart raced, her pulse pounding in her ears. She couldn't believe she was doing this, exposing herself to her rival like this. But she needed her costume back.

"Please," she whimpered, her voice shaky. "Just give me my things and I'll go."

Roxy smirked, her eyes never leaving Alexia's exposed form. "I think you've earned them," she purred, reaching into her pocket and pulling out her phone. She took a step closer to Alexia, her breath hot against her ear as she whispered, "And I think I'll just take a little souvenir of our little encounter."

She snapped a photo of Alexia's bare breasts and pussy, her phone camera capturing every detail of Alexia's exposed body.

"No!" Alexia cried out, her cheeks flushing with shame and humiliation. "Please, no picture!"

But it was too late. Roxy had already taken the photo and was scrolling through it, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Mmm, you look even better than I imagined," she murmured, her eyes roaming over the image. "I can't wait to show this to everyone at the convention."