BRA

Alexia’s breath hitched as Roxy’s fingers tightened around the leash, the leather biting into her throat just enough to remind her of her place. The convention hall lights glared down, amplifying the heat creeping up her cheeks as hundreds of eyes bore into her. She swallowed hard, her gloved fingers trembling at the edges of her lacy pink bra.

"Tick-tock, pet," Roxy taunted, dragging a sharp nail along the delicate lace. "Or should I choose for you?"

A nervous ripple ran through the crowd as Alexia’s hands moved hesitantly to the clasp between her breasts. The fabric strained for a heartbeat—then snapped free.

The clasp gave way with a soft snap, and the delicate pink lace slid down Alexia’s arms, catching briefly on the cuffs of her white gloves before Roxy snatched it away with a triumphant flick of her wrist. The crowd erupted—some in cheers, some in scandalized gasps—as the convention hall lights glazed Alexia’s bare skin in a cruel, clinical glow.

Roxy twirled the bra around one clawed finger, her smirk widening as she dangled it just out of Alexia’s reach. "Good girl," she cooed, her voice syrupy with mock praise. "But you hesitated."

Roxy’s fingers tightened around the leash, jerking Alexia forward until their faces were inches apart. The scent of Roxy’s perfume—dark vanilla and something metallic—flooded Alexia’s senses as the crowd pressed closer, phones raised to capture every humiliating second.

"Since you made me wait," Roxy murmured, her hot breath ghosting over Alexia's ear as she coiled the leash tighter around her fist, "you'll finish the walk properly." With a sharp tug, she **** Alexia to arch backward, the sudden pressure making her gasp as the crowd's whistles crescendoed.

Roxy's free hand slid possessively down Alexia's bare torso, her claws leaving faint pink trails over trembling skin before seizing the waistband of her lace panties. "No more hesitations," she purred, hooking a finger under the delicate fabric. "Or would you rather I rip them off you?"

Alexia’s breath came in shallow, panicked hitches as Roxy’s clawed fingertip teased the edge of her panties, the lace straining against her skin. The crowd’s murmurs sharpened into a collective gasp as the fabric dug into her hips, Roxy’s smirk widening at the way Alexia’s gloved hands fluttered uselessly at her sides—too afraid to resist, too proud to beg.

"P-please," Alexia whispered, the word barely audible over the hum of the convention hall.

Roxy’s lips curled into a cruel smile as she felt Alexia shiver against her. “Please what?” she repeated, her voice a velvet-edged blade. “Use your words, pet. Or should I help you remember how?”

The leash jerked sharply upward, forcing Alexia onto her tiptoes as the collar dug into her throat. A whimper escaped her painted lips—soft, involuntary—and the crowd sighed with delight, phones flashing like fireflies in the dim hall.

Roxy’s free hand slid lower, nails scraping the lace at Alexia’s hips. “Last chance,” she whispered.

Alexia’s breath hitched as Roxy’s fingertip curled deeper beneath the lace, the fabric straining dangerously. “P-please… don’t rip them,” she whispered, her voice breaking as the crowd’s murmurs swelled.

With a sharp tug, Roxy **** Alexia to her knees, the leash tightening around her throat as the collar dug into her skin. The crowd's murmurs swelled into a deafening roar, phone flashes blinding in the dim hall.

"Since you're so eager to make choices," Roxy purred, her voice dripping with cruel amusement, "I'll let you decide how you want to humiliate yourself for me."

"You get choices between me rip off your panties or let anyone who wanted to touch your boobs do it, up to you," Roxy purred, her voice dripping with cruel amusement as she twirled the leash around her finger, the other hand teasing the edge of Alexia's lace panties. The crowd murmured excitedly, their phone flashes illuminating the dim hall in strobing pulses.

Alexia's breath caught in her throat, her painted lips parting in shock at Roxy's ultimatum. The idea of being groped so shamefully made her stomach churn, but the thought of the cool air on her bare skin as Roxy ripped her panties off was almost worse.