Yes… I… my Skirt

The Model’s soft hands played teasingly over Mia’s bare breasts, fingertips grazing with an almost hypnotic rhythm.

Mia’s mind raced. Am I really doing this? Her gasp escaped before she could stop it.

“Yes… I… my skirt,” she stammered, offering it as the next piece for the Model’s basket.

The Model’s smile widened wickedly. Fingers slipping under the waistband, she let gravity do the rest. The skirt fell in a soft swish to Mia’s ankles.

“Perfect,” the Model purred, collecting it and dropping it carefully into her basket. Then, she turned the next tarot card.

The card displayed the swirling image of love — hearts entwined and hands reaching.

The Model’s eyes glinted with predatory playfulness. “Oh, Mia… you’re loving this, aren’t you?”

Mia’s cheeks flamed as she realized she couldn’t deny it. Her heart pounded, each touch, each tease sending shivers down her spine. The Bare Fortune was weaving its spell, and Mia was utterly caught.

Clothing Status

Mia: almost naked - sheer vine-pattern tights, lace-trimmed pink thong.

Basket: wrist cuffs, earrings, golden sash, knee-high red leather boots, rose-pink detached sleeves , Crimson strapless bodice strapless bra, short asymmetrical skirt