With more exposure

The next hour turned into a hell of silk and whispers. The girls' vulnerability had been planned: beneath the latex, leather, and gauze, they all wore only a minimal thong, guaranteeing that when the costumes broke, the revelation would be almost total.

For Sofia, every movement was a reminder of her prison chosen by committee. The subscribers, drunk on power, became bolder.

In the center of the hall, the degradation became contagious. A client pulled on a strap of Lara's leather harness. The strip gave way, and the metal harness separated, letting the rest of the outfit fall and exposing her body, covered only by the thong and the broken harness. Chloe, trying to evade a hand, turned sharply. The tight Black Latex Bodysuit ripped, revealing a long line of pale skin from her ribs to her hip, along with the thong that was her only underwear. Julia was stripped of the fabric of her Translucent Gauze Harem outfit, remaining in the minimal thong that barely covered her groin.

The room erupted in general nervous laughter.

Sofia, seeing her companions stripped of their protection, backed away, gripped by panic. In her clumsiness, champagne soaked her own silk cord dress. The dampness made the knots tighten against her skin while the fabric became transparent, revealing the silhouette of her body with obscene clarity.

May emerged from the shadows with an icy smile, observing the chaos of torn leather and fallen gauze. "Sofia, how clumsy," he said, extending small, sharp scissors. "Look at your companions. The remains of their suits only clutter the composition of the tableau."

May pointed to Lara, who was trying to hold the broken leather against her chest, and to Chloe, who was trying to close the tear in her bodysuit. "Loosen the knots remaining on them. Rags have no place here. If they cannot dress the piece, let them wear nothing."

With mechanical obedience and a broken soul, Sofia approached. With trembling hands, she used the scissors to cut the last ribbons holding Lara's harness in place and the tatters hanging from Chloe's body. With every cut, Sofia stripped her friends of their last shred of refuge, turning her help into the final act of their degradation.

The event was coming to an end. The subscribers, exhausted and satisfied, began to leave.

May, with a wide smile, raised a glass. "One moment, gentlemen! Art always keeps the best revelation for the end."

He turned to the screen where Magi's silhouette danced. "Magi. The host has been invisible, the whisper in the ear. But the author must receive his recognition. Step into the light!"

Magi felt the adrenaline forcing her to move. With terrifying calm, Magi's completely naked figure emerged from the shadow of the fabric and advanced toward the center of the room, under the spotlight.

She stood next to Sofia, Lara, Chloe, and Julia, who were now only in rags and thongs. Magi, naked, was the final and most exposed piece, a revelation that stopped the guests at the threshold. The host and the artists, all stripped, merged into the same tableau of humiliation.

The guests' silence was the final ovation. May nodded, satisfied. The humiliation was total.

Magi approached Sofia.

"Let's go," she said, her voice hoarse from tension. "I'll help you take it off."

In the dressing room, Magi worked in silence to untie Sofia's remaining knots. When the last rope fell to the floor, Sofia collapsed, hugging herself.

Outside, night had fallen. The price of admission had been her own body and the act of having participated in the degradation of her companions.