The Fatui strip Yelan

The man's voice was like ice as he spoke again. "You've always been so stubborn, Yelan. Perhaps this will teach you the error of your ways."

The agent's eyes glinted with cruel amusement. "You're not as clever as you think you are, Yelan. We've been watching you for months. Waiting for the perfect moment to strike." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "And now that we have you, there's no escape."

Yelan's mind raced, trying to think of a way out. But the agents were too strong, too well-trained. She was outnumbered and outmatched.

As they dragged her deeper into the alley, she could feel the rough cobblestones digging into her bare skin. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

The man in the dark cloak stepped forward, his eyes burning with a cold fire. "Strip her," he commanded, his voice like ice. The agents didn't hesitate, their hands rough as they began to pull at her clothes. The silver die charm on her necklace clattered to the ground, followed by the blue qipao-like overcoat and the dark bodysuit she kept a furred white coat hanging from the back of her outfit.

Her thighs were exposed, the cool night air hitting her bare skin as the agents tore away the remaining layers. She was left in nothing but her thigh-high boots and a pair of delicate lace panties, her body exposed and ****. The man's eyes raked over her form, his gaze lingering on the swell of her breasts and the curve of her hips. He took a step closer, his fingers reaching out to trace the line of her jaw, his touch cold and possessive. "You're quite the sight, Yelan," he murmured, his voice low and seductive. "A shame to hide such beauty." The agents held her firm, their grip tight as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear.

Without warning, one of the agents reached out and roughly yanked down her last remaining piece of clothing - the pair of delicate lace panties. The cool air hit her most intimate parts, causing her to gasp in surprise and discomfort. The man's eyes darkened with lust as he took in the sight of her completely exposed. He stepped closer, his hips brushing against her bare thighs, sending shivers down her spine.

The agents held her firm, their grip tight as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "You're quite the sight, Yelan," he murmured, his voice low and seductive. "A shame to hide such beauty."

He stepped back, his eyes raking over her naked form once more. "Now, let's put this mask on you." One of the agents stepped forward, holding out a sleek black mask. It was smooth and unadorned, covering only her eyes. She watched warily as he approached, her heart pounding in her chest. The agent reached out, his fingers brushing against her cheek as he secured the mask over her face.

Yelan felt the cool, smooth material press against her skin, molding to the contours of her face. She can see through the mask, but she could feel the agents' eyes on her, their gazes heavy with lust and malice. They held her firmly, their grip tight as they led her deeper into the alley.

The leader of the Fatui agents reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, sleek collar. He held it up for Yelan to see, the silver shimmering in the dim light. "This is for you, Yelan," he said, his voice low and menacing. "A little token of our affection."

Yelan's heart sank as she realized what the collar was for. She knew it was no ordinary collar - it was a symbol of her new status as a captive, a plaything for the Fatui agents. She swallowed hard, trying to keep her composure.

The agent fastened the collar around her neck, making sure it was secure. He then attached a leash to the collar, a thin black cord that seemed to stretch on forever. The leader of the agents smiled, his eyes dark with amusement. "Now, let's take a little walk, shall we?"