The Skirt!

The Model stepped closer, bare feet silent against the floor, basket swaying lightly in one hand. With her other hand, she reached out and hooked her fingers into the waistband of Elara’s sheer black tights, tugging them just enough to make the girl shiver.

“Now, Elara,” she said softly, voice smooth but firm, “it’s time to be honest with me. You know the rules — honesty keeps more on your body than defiance does. So tell me…”

Her fingers tightened slightly on the tights, eliciting a startled gasp. “…what was the last piece of clothing you took?”

Elara’s eyes widened, cheeks flushing crimson. Her hands fumbled at her blouse, but the Model’s gaze pinned her in place, commanding attention. “I… I didn’t… I mean…”

The Model tilted her head, a slow, teasing smile spreading across her lips. “Be careful, my little bad girl. Hesitation costs.”

Elara swallowed hard, knowing what was at stake. Her voice trembled, but she finally whispered, “…the skirt of my friend.”

The Model’s smile deepened, blue eyes glinting with amusement. “Ah… I thought so. Such a naughty little game you played, leaving her in just her panties. Delightful.” She gently released the waistband of the tights and let the basket sway. “Now remember, everything from here on counts. Every answer, every hesitation, every choice can add to my collection — or keep you with something on your body.”

Elara shivered, realizing the stakes had just grown higher. The basket seemed to call to her, a tangible reminder that every piece she wore was at risk.

Clothing Status

Elara: Fitted green blouse, sheer black tights, lavender panties, lace bralette

Basket Contents: high-waisted black skirt, ankle boots.