Yes, however she got a Secret Plan!

The wardrobe creaked open. Not a single camisole in sight.

The Model’s laughter rang out like a bell through the grand hall. She beckoned Lena closer with one finger, eyes glittering with victory. “Oh, my dear obedient one… wrong again.”

Lena’s face flushed crimson as her trembling hands tugged the thin camisole up and over her head. The soft fabric slid away, leaving her in only her pale pink bra above the waist. The Model accepted the garment with a satisfied hum, dropping it into the basket where it joined the growing pile.

“Look at you now,” the Model teased, circling Lena, fingers grazing over her bare side. “Almost dressed down to match your wild little friend.” She smirked, eyes darting between Lena’s bra and Mia’s tank top. “But I think you wear your shame so much sweeter.”

Mia watched silently, her chest rising and falling with nervous tension, as the Model continued to taunt Lena who stood exposed, obedient as ever, her body yielding to every twist of the game.

The Model prowled around them, bare feet whispering over the polished floor, circling like a predator savouring the moment before a strike. Her eyes glinted with suspicion, as though she could smell hesitation on the girls’ skin.

Lena leaned close to Mia, her lips brushing the edge of her ear, whispering so low it was almost just a breath:

“Run for the far wardrobes. Open anything. Doesn’t matter if you lose. I just need time… three belts, Mia. That’s how we turn this game.”

Mia’s eyes widened, then narrowed into a fierce grin beneath her wolf ears. She gave the tiniest nod, masking it under the tilt of her headband.

The Model’s voice cut through the air, sharp and commanding.

“What are you two scheming, hmm? Careful… my patience is thin.”

Lena straightened instantly, her face a mask of obedience, hands folded primly before her. But her heart raced the plan was in motion. If Mia could draw the Model’s focus and Lena could track down the remaining belt chests, victory might actually be theirs.

The Model tilted her head, amused but watchful. “Well? Who dares next?”

Mia dashed, bare feet slapping the polished floor, wolf ears bouncing with each step. Her hand slapped onto the polished wood of a far chest.

“I wager my tank top!” she declared breathlessly. “There are tank tops in here!”

The Model’s voice sliced across the hall, sharp as a whip.

“Not so fast.”

But Mia already had the lid up, grinning as though she’d beaten her. The grin faltered instantly. The chest was full of shawls neatly folded, not a tank top in sight.

“Wrong again,” the Model purred, catching up at last. Her fingers hooked into Mia’s tank top, dragging it up and over her head. The fabric was tossed lazily into the basket. “So eager to bare yourself, little wolf. Tell me… are you helping me, or just hopelessly wild?”

Mia bit her lip, smiling defiantly even as her skin flushed with embarrassment.

Behind them, Lena’s eyes darted left, then right. The Model’s attention was fixed on Mia. The belt chest had to be here she only needed to spot it before the Mistress turned back around. Her pulse thudded in her ears as she scanned row after row of symbols carved into the wood…

Clothing Status

Lena: Pale pink bra, thin black belt, Ankle boots, Bottomless

Mia: Black sports bra, Wolf ears headband, Bottomless, Barefoot

Model: Black satin blouse (sheer sleeves), Tight corset, Bottomless, Barefoot

Basket:

Model’s: silk panties, High-waisted pencil skirt

Mia: Grey fitted hoodie, High-waisted navy shorts, Sheer black tights, Black panties, Sneakers, Black tank top

Lena's: Pink cropped sweater, Dark denim mini skirt, Black sheer leggings, Pale pink panties, White camisole