Mia’s Tank Top

The Model turned her sharp gaze onto Mia, her lips curling in amusement.

“Well then, wild one… will you be reckless again, or are you ready to think?”

For a moment Mia hesitated, her mind racing. Then she met Lena’s eyes. The obedient girl’s look was clear, Lena wanted her to step up, to play sharper than before.

Mia smirked, her wildness settling into a daring confidence. She set her palm against the polished wood of the wardrobe beside her. In the short time Lena had been stripping her skirt, Mia’s eyes had caught something: a faint symbol carved low into the wood. A tank top.

She straightened, chin lifted, and declared boldly:

“I wager my tank top… that there are tank tops in this wardrobe.”

The Model’s brows arched. She hadn’t expected Mia to spot that clue. For once, the girl was playing with more than instinct. Slowly, she gave a graceful nod of acceptance.

“Very well,” she purred, stepping back, her bare feet silent on the floor. “Open it… and let’s see if your luck has finally turned.”

Mia’s hand curled around the wardrobe’s handle. She tugged it open, heart pounding in her chest.

The doors parted and revealed a neat stack of folded tank tops.

For the first time this game, the Model’s composure slipped. She drew in a sharp breath, her eyes narrowing as she leaned forward in disbelief.

“Well, well…” she purred after a moment, voice dripping with feigned calm. “It seems my wild one can surprise me after all.”

She circled Mia slowly, bare feet whispering against the polished floor, her gaze trailing up and down Mia’s still covered body.

“One correct guess,” she teased, tapping a finger lightly against her own lips. “Don’t get too proud, wild one. You’ll need three in a row before you can touch my clothes.”

Lena beamed, unable to hide her delight. “See? I knew you could do it,” she whispered, her smile soft but shining.

The Model caught the glance between them and smirked, enjoying the flicker of hope that had lit up the girls.

“Careful,” she said silkily, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. “Hope makes the fall so much sweeter.”

Clothing Status

Lena: Pale pink bra, White camisole, thin black belt, Black sheer leggings, Pale pink panties, Ankle boots

Mia: Black sports bra, Black tank top, Sheer black tights, Black panties, Sneakers, Wolf ears headband

Model: Black satin blouse (sheer sleeves), Tight corset, High-waisted pencil skirt whit a side slit, Barefoot

Basket: Model’s silk panties Mia: Grey fitted hoodie, High-waisted navy shorts Lena's: Pink cropped sweater, Dark denim mini skirt