Lena Strips Mia

The mirrors gleamed with unkind honesty — every surface reflecting Mia skirtless, her bare thighs on display. She tried to turn away, but the truth was everywhere.

The Model tilted her lantern, her voice dripping with command.

“Enough dancing, little wolf. Lena, be a good girl. Strip your friend’s skirt for me… and feed my basket.”

Lena froze for a heartbeat, her blue eyes darting between Mia and the Model. She swallowed hard, feeling her body heat as much from shame as from arousal. Then, hesitantly, she stepped closer to Mia.

Mia whimpered softly, her fingers still clutching the hem. “Lena… don’t—”

But the Model’s presence loomed like fire against their backs. Lena’s hands found the waistband, trembling at first, then firmer as she tugged the fabric down Mia’s hips. The skirt slid away, leaving Mia in just her shorts and red thong beneath.

The Model extended her basket. Lena obeyed, laying the skirt neatly on top of the folded silk blouse. The wicker creaked as it accepted another trophy.

The Model’s smile widened.

“Perfect. You’ve both learned that my games are never just about surrendering yourselves — but about taking from each other.”

Mia’s cheeks burned red, her heart racing as she tugged at her shorts for modesty. Lena, equally flustered, avoided her eyes. The Model laughed softly, savoring the tension.

“And now, sweet girls, the mirrors are hungry again…”

The maze shimmered with cruel intent. Every reflective surface now seemed obsessed with Mia’s last layer of modesty — her shorts. Wherever she turned, the images showed her bare thighs, thong glinting through.

The Model’s laugh rolled low, smooth, and wicked.

“Oh, my little darlings… did you really think the shorts would protect you? All they’ve done is give me another chance to savor your surrender.”

Her hand pointing out Mia’s reflection, making the shorts fade in one mirror after another. Mia’s breath caught, her body trembling as heat pooled in her belly.

The Model prowled closer, running a fingertip along the edge of the basket, her teasing eyes flicking from Mia to Lena.

“I could take them myself… or perhaps, Lena, you’d like to offer me her last defense. The maze seems to enjoy when you do my work for me.”

Mia’s heart pounded, caught between dread and excitement, while Lena bit her lip, unsure whether to obey or resist.

The reflections mocked Mia from every direction, each one whispering the same truth: the shorts would not stay much longer.

Clothes status

• Basket Status: Lena's Mini Wrap Skirt, Shorts, Blue Panties. Mia's Silk Blouse, Red Bra, Midi Skirt.

• Lena: high-knee boots, Cute T-shirt, Blue Bra.(wet pussy fully exposed)

• Mia: Shorts, Ankle Boots, Red Thong. (Topless)