extorsion

Candice was about to press the button to **** the mental shift when Irene's voice interrupted her, much closer than she expected.

Irene: Oh, maybe you should watch the tutorials online, you must not be such a good artist.

Irene had approached while she was distracted and was now teasing her, trying to catch a glimpse of the Ibod.

Candice: What the hell! I... I was just taking a picture of the portrait.

Irene: Oh, so you wanted to keep a naked copy of me for yourself? You must be a very perverted girl.

Candice blushed and didn't know how to respond. Admitting the truth would be stupid, but how could he lie to her?

Irene: God, you're so red, I caught you. Let's do this, I'll give you permission to keep the photo, but on one condition.

Candice: What condition?

Irene leaned against Candice, pressing her breasts against her shoulder.

Irene: I like girls like you. Take off your clothes. If you don't, I'll make sure everyone knows you're secretly taking photos of your models. I wonder how many of them would report you for your little perversion.

Candice felt her heart pounding... was he deceiving her? Was that Aron's original plan? Was he deceiving her so he could have sex with her? After all, he had a 4 in Dominance of Desire.

Candice was confused about what she was supposed to feel. I mean, if Aron were still himself, she would have felt completely disgusted, but now that she was a beautiful woman, identical to her, but still a beautiful woman, she felt a pang of desire building inside her. And besides, she had a BMD, didn't that mean he could reshape her however he wanted? So maybe he could give her one last moment of pleasure before turning her into his plaything... wait, am I really like that? Surely I could do something like that to another woman?

Irene: So, little slut, what are you waiting for? Take off your clothes.

Candice decided that if Irene was the woman she would turn into her plaything, then she was that kind of person.