Survive the Web

The model stepped close, letting her gaze lock with Mia’s, eyes glittering with predatory amusement. She reached out, brushing her fingers lightly over the fabric of Mia’s hoodie, teasingly tugging at the sleeves.

“Your clothes must remain untouched by the silk,” the model murmured, voice low and deliberate. “Touch a rope, and the fabric becomes mine. Hand it over immediately. Keep moving.”

Her lips curved into a sly smile as she circled Mia slowly. “Hesitation or fumbling counts as a mistake, forcing a forfeit of the closest article of clothing. I see everything—every brush, every slip. Every misstep delights me.”

She tilted her head, voice dropping to a whisper that sent shivers down Mia’s spine. “Cross the hall. Survive the web without losing everything… if you can.”

Her fingers brushed Mia’s hoodie once more before she stepped back, eyes glinting with wicked amusement. “Probably not…”

Clothing Status

Mia: Fully dressed — hoodie, t-shirt, shorts, sports bra, thong, socks, sneakers.

Basket: Empty