Both Girls.

The night garden trembled with the soft rustle of leaves and the girls’ ragged breaths.

Mia darted low along a hedge, every curve of her shoulders and chest catching the lantern’s golden glow. Her purple lingerie shimmered with each shift, the sheer leggings stretching tight over her thighs and exposing the soft swell of her hips. Lena mirrored her movements, slipping between shadows, her blouse clinging damply to the swell of her breasts, the green bra beneath faintly visible through the fabric. Every heartbeat thumped against her ribs as she pressed herself flat against a stone statue.

The Model stood at the center of the garden, lantern high, flame flickering against her sharp grin. She pivoted slowly, letting the light trace dangerously close to every dark corner.

“How adorable,” she purred. “My Red Hood and her little wolf, scampering like rabbits through my garden. Do you think the shadows will hide you forever?”

Mia’s back pressed against the rough bark of a tree. She bit her lip, trying to steady her racing heart, but the lantern’s glow caught the soft rise of her breasts beneath lace, the curve of her thighs beneath sheer fabric.

The Model’s head tilted, listening to the frantic rhythm of two hearts. Then, with a sudden swing, the lantern’s beam cut across another shadowed corner.

“Or perhaps it will be Lena I catch first,” the Model teased. “Imagine those green panties clinging to her as I pluck them away… warm from her skin, every inch exposed in my light.”

Lena gasped softly, betraying her hiding spot. The Model’s eyes glittered with delight. “Ohhh, I heard that, my sweet Red Hood. Be careful, or your modesty will vanish with the next breath you take.”

The night fell silent again, save for the crunch of leaves beneath trembling feet. Both girls pressed deeper into shadow, **** to flee, **** not to be seen—but every movement only fueled the Model’s hunger.

She tilted her head, voice low and playful as it drifted through the garden. “Run, little dears. Run while you can. I always take what I want in the end.”

The lantern swung lazily, casting long, sharp shadows across the paths. “Mmm… maybe I’ll skip the formalities,” the Model purred, eyes gleaming. “Forget your blouses, your boots, your silly pumps… I think I’ll go straight for your panties tonight.”

The word lingered in the night like a caress. Both girls froze. Mia’s lips parted in a trembling gasp; Lena clutched her blouse tightly, her cheeks aflame, the thin green lace beneath straining against her heart-pounding.

The Model turned, lips curling into a wicked smile. “Ahh, there it is. That heat. That little shiver you cannot hide. My prey, betraying themselves with nothing but a sigh.”

She stepped forward, lantern swinging between the shadows. The golden light traced the swell of their breasts, the curve of their thighs, the delicate lines of panties peeking from beneath fabric. Every sweep brought her closer to the trembling forms that begged to be stripped.

“Who shall it be?” she mused aloud, voice honeyed and dangerous. “Lena, in her sweet green panties… or Mia, in those delicious sheer ones I gave her myself? I could take either. I could take both…”

The Model’s laughter was soft, curling through the night like smoke. The shadows themselves seemed to quiver under her command, leaning toward whichever trembling body she chose first.

Clothes status

• Lena: blouse, knee-high boots, sheer green bra + panties.

• Mia: pumps, sheer leggings, purple sheer lingerie set.

• Basket: Lena's pencil skirt, Leather jacket. Mia's lace dress, Coat.