On Mia!

The Model stepped forward, her bare feet whispering against the polished floor as her voice rang out with renewed sharpness.

“Mia,” she said, drawing the girl’s full attention with a single word. “It was your reckless gamble that cost me my skirt. And I always balance the scales.”

Her eyes slid down Mia’s long legs, the sheer black tights clinging to them like a second skin. She smirked.

“Your tights are on the line. Find me the chest that holds their twins… or the basket will claim yours.”

Mia froze, her breath caught halfway between protest and acceptance. The Wolf Maid’s hands hovered at her thighs, fingers curling nervously around the delicate waistband.

She scanned the hall of wardrobes, her eyes darting left, then right. The Model stepped closer, her voice a whisper but cutting with precision:

“Hurry, Mia. The basket waits. Don’t make me peel them from you myself.”

Mia’s pulse raced as she spotted a carved symbol—an outline she swore could be stockings, tights, or maybe even socks. She bit her lip, casting a quick glance at Lena, who gave her a worried nod of encouragement.

Mia straightened, pressing her palm against the chest.

“I wager my tights,” she said firmly, though her voice trembled at the edges. “There are tights inside this chest.”

The Model’s smirk widened, her bare legs shifting subtly, hips cocked in a pose of victory-yet-to-come.

“Very well. Open it.” Mia’s breath caught as she pulled open the chest lid—only to see neat rows of stockings folded inside. Black, white, silk, lace… but not tights.

The Model’s laugh was low, velvety, triumphant.

“Stockings, not tights, little wolf. So close… and yet so costly.”

She stepped forward and bent gracefully, her hand gliding over Mia’s thigh before hooking her finger under the waistband. With one smooth tug, she peeled the tights down Mia’s trembling legs. Mia whimpered softly, **** to lift each foot until the sheer garment slid free.

The Model let the bundle dangle from her fingers for a teasing heartbeat before dropping it into the hungry basket.

“Your legs look better bare anyway,” she purred. “Now the basket is satisfied… for the moment.”

Her eyes slid like knives toward Lena. In two steps she was before her, hand snaking out to tug firmly at the waistband of Lena's black leggings. The elastic snapped back against her skin, making Lena gasp.

“Your turn, obedient one,” the Model whispered, circling Lena slowly, her bare toes brushing the floor with predatory calm. “Hurry and find the leggings’ twin… or I'll peel these from you myself.”

Lena swallowed hard, heat rushing up her cheeks as she turned to scan the looming wardrobes, heart pounding louder with every second the Model tugged at her waistband.

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, Black panties, Sneakers, Wolf ears headband

Model: Black satin blouse (sheer sleeves), Tight corset, Bottomless, Barefoot

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