Get Kiona involved.

The smile on Harry's face curled into an even crueler one as he waited to reveal his desires to Marigold. She looked so ****. He had no doubt that she really would be willing to do whatever he asked of her to keep those photos from going up online. She was a good girl, after all. Poor old Mari had an image to protect. Her gaping asshole spread all over the Internet for all to see would ruin her.

He would still post them anyway, of course. Horny Harry didn't do anything that wasn't financially lucrative.

"W-who," Marigold tried to say, but her voice cracked. She gulped. "Who are you thinking of?" The poor woman still looked like she thought that she might get out of this situation without being any more tarnished than she already had been-- which was quite a bit, of course. Harry had made sure of that.

"I saw you walking around earlier with that tall, darker-skinned woman," Harry said. "She looked like quite the catch. Well, I want her. Bring her to me and we'll start from there."

Marigold blanched. Her whole body seized up when she realized what her tormentor had just asked her to do. There was no way... betray her Kiki? She would never be able to do that. Kiki was her closest friend in all the world. "I-I can't," she said. "Not Kiki. Anyone else. I-I could bring you Terri, or Joy, or- or..." She trailed off. Mari babbled to herself quietly.

"I want her," Harry said, steel in his voice. "You'll go talk to her for me, or I'll make sure everyone knows what a whore you are."

Marigold could feel her very heart break. Not Kiona. Kiona was so special. But... if she didn't do what Harry asked, then... well, she could never allow something like that to happen. LittleLambX3 would be a laughingstock. Mari would never be able to cosplay again. All those perverts at church would be even more emboldened. And her family... Sunday dinner would never be the same again. Marigold's father would disown her for something like this. He already hated her cosplaying so much. This would be beyond the last straw.

Maybe... maybe she could do something bad, if it meant keeping her life in tact. What was one little deception, anyway?