Straight Into the Fire.

Mia’s breath quickened as the lantern’s light slid toward her. She could feel it—heat on her skin, a heartbeat away from exposure. If she just moved fast enough, she thought, she could slip free into shadow. Her heels dug into the gravel, muscles coiled, and she darted.

But the light was faster.

The Model pivoted smoothly, lantern already swinging. The beam sliced through the dark like a golden blade, striking Mia full in its path. She froze mid-step, bathed in its glow, her silhouette stretching across the garden like a caught spirit.

“Well, well…” The Model’s voice wrapped around her, silken and cruel. “My little wolf leaps straight into my fire.”

Mia’s hands flew to her coat, gripping it tight around her body as if that could undo the light’s touch. Her lips parted, but no words came—only a tremor of breath. The Model circled her like prey, every step deliberate, the lantern tilting higher to catch every shiver.

“That dash cost you dearly,” she murmured, the rim of the lantern brushing against Mia’s hip. “A reckless move… so I’ll take more than you would have offered.”

Her fingers slid beneath the coat, brushing against the delicate lace beneath. Mia’s breath hitched, her body going rigid as the Model’s hand glided down, tracing the line of her waist before tightening.

Then came the tug—sharp, claiming. The lace dress lifted in a fluid motion, sliding up over Mia’s thighs, over her breasts, brushing her chin before it was gone. The Model held it aloft, the moonlight gleaming through the sheer fabric before she dropped it into the basket beside Lena’s skirt.

The lantern dipped low, illuminating Mia’s body now laid bare in sheer purple lingerie and translucent leggings. The fabric shimmered against her thighs, every curve outlined, every breath visible.

“Mmm…” The Model purred softly. “My wolf looks far better when she’s stripped for the hunt. Do you feel the night against your skin? That’s what surrender tastes like.”

She leaned close, her voice a whisper against Mia’s ear, her breath warm and deliberate. “Run again, darling… and I’ll make sure your next stumble leaves you with nothing at all.”

The Model’s hand lingered a moment longer, tracing the small of Mia’s back before she turned away, lantern swinging lazily. The beam glided across hedges and statues until it caught a pale flash of skin—Lena.

The light grazed her thigh, bare beneath the hem of her blouse, revealing how little she had left. Lena flinched, clutching her jacket tighter. The Model’s smile curved into something sharper.

“There you are,” she crooned, stepping softly across the gravel. “My little Red, hiding in nothing but a blouse and those thin, trembling panties. Do you enjoy being hunted, knowing every move shows me more?”

Lena’s breath hitched; the glow framed her in soft betrayal. The Model lifted her free hand, gloved fingers tracing slowly across Lena’s jacket, the motion intimate and unhurried.

“You’ve lost your skirt already,” she whispered, voice close enough to feel. “Perhaps this jacket next? Or shall I peel away that pretty blouse, let your green secrets shine in my lantern’s light?”

The beam rose, resting on Lena’s flushed face. Her lips parted, eyes darting toward Mia—watching, trembling, knowing she was seen.

“Choose quickly, darling,” the Model purred, grin widening. “If you hesitate, I’ll strip you right here in the open. Let my wolf see everything the light reveals.”

Behind them, Mia stood motionless in the shadows, body still quivering from her loss. The night hummed with tension—two trembling girls caught between fear and the slow, undeniable thrill of being seen.

Clothes status

• Lena: Leather jacket, blouse, knee-high boots, sheer green bra + panties.

• Mia: Coat, pumps, sheer leggings, purple sheer lingerie set.

• Basket: Lena's pencil skirt. Mia's lace dress.