Bare Underneath

The Model didn’t rush. Instead, she circled Mia slowly, lantern dipping low so the golden glow traced the sheer leggings, highlighting every contour of her hips and thighs beneath the thin purple fabric. Mia froze, breath hitching, as the Model’s fingers slid over the silk and lace, tracing gentle, torturous circles.

“Bare underneath,” the Model whispered, letting her touch tease through the sheer barrier. “Exactly how I like my prey.”

Mia shivered, knees trembling, a gasp escaping as the lantern flickered over her exposed skin. The Model pulled away with a playful slap to her backside, a soft yet firm reminder of control.

“Run, wolf-girl,” she cooed, voice carrying across the garden. “Before I decide these leggings are nothing but a nuisance.”

Her gaze shifted toward the shadows where Lena crouched, pressed into the darkness. “And you, darling Lena… don’t think your little green bra will save you. I adore a matched set. Imagine both your bras, side by side in my basket. How perfectly they’ll complement each other.”

The lantern light swept the garden slowly, teasing every curve, every pulse of fear and arousal that colored the girls’ movements. The Model lifted her basket slightly, letting the weight and sound of fabric shift serve as a tantalizing reminder.

“Panties gone, skirts gone, coats gone… what shall I claim next?” she murmured, voice honeyed and cruel. “Bras, perhaps. Or maybe I’ll leave you both bare underneath and still strip what’s left on top.”

She tilted her head, smirk soft and sharp at once. “Tick, tock, my dears. The longer you hide, the less you’ll keep.”

The lantern swung toward Lena’s side, brushing the hedges with deliberate care. Its glow caught the curve of her bare shoulders and the pale straps of her bra. “Darling Lena… you bought yourself a little space with those green panties. But pressed into the shadows now, trembling, one thin bra away from being completely bare… why not repeat the trick? Offer it up. Throw me your bra like you did your panties… and maybe I’ll let you dash a little farther before I claim you again.”

The teasing sharpened, a velvet blade: “Picture it, sweetheart—me holding both pieces of your lingerie high in this lantern light. Your matched set tucked neatly in my basket, and you darting away with nothing but boots on your body. A scandalous little Red Hood, aren’t you?”

The lantern lingered, almost grazing the shimmer of Lena’s pale skin. “So… what will it be?” the Model whispered, voice soft but threatening. “Do you dare offer your bra willingly… or shall I take it straight from your chest myself?”

Lena’s pulse hammered, heat climbing, heart caught between panic and the teasing promise of mercy. Each second stretched as the Model’s golden light danced across her exposed shoulders and the edge of her bra, the promise of exposure sharp and intoxicating.

Clothes status

• Lena: knee-high boots, sheer green bra. (Breasts partially outlined, nipples faintly visible beneath fabric; pussy, butt, hips fully exposed.)

• Mia: sheer leggings, purple sheer Bra. (Breasts outlined; hips, inner thighs highlighted under leggings bare pussy visible beneath sheer fabric)

• Basket: Lena's pencil skirt, blouse, sheer green panties, Leather jacket. Mia's lace dress, pumps, purple sheer Panties, Coat.