Lena..

The night cracked with Lena’s sharp gasp as the lantern’s golden glow flared over her hiding spot. She froze against the hedge, body pressed tight, eyes wide and ****, every heartbeat thundering in her chest.

“Well, well…” The Model’s voice was low, dripping with amusement, a predatory lilt that made the air quiver. Her lantern tilted downward, casting a warm, teasing light across Lena’s bare thighs. “No skirt, no jacket—just panties waiting to be plucked.”

Lena’s pulse raced. Her cheeks burned, her chest rising and falling beneath the thin fabric of her blouse. The basket swung lazily from the Model’s arm as she stepped closer, the lantern illuminating the curves of Lena’s hips and the soft green silk hugging her lower body.

With her free hand, the Model traced the hem of Lena’s blouse upward, teasing higher and brushing over the waistband of the sheer green panties. The touch lingered, deliberate, as if savoring the thrill of control.

“You have two paths, Red Hood,” the Model whispered, eyes locked onto Lena’s, sharp and bright. “Be a good girl and offer me something willingly… your blouse, your boots, perhaps that bra hiding your chest. But if you hesitate—” Her fingers hooked lightly on the elastic of Lena’s panties, tugging just enough to make the fabric snap back against her skin. “—then I’ll take these, and leave you bare for the garden to see.”

Lena swallowed hard, caught between humiliation and the sudden, hot pulse of desire surging through her body. The garden itself seemed to hold its breath, waiting for her next move.

From the shadows, Mia watched silently, body tense, knowing her turn would come soon. Her hands clutched at the edges of her sheer lingerie, every curve visible in the lantern’s edge, while anticipation and fear battled within her.

Trembling, Lena reached for her blouse. Button by button, she exposed her bare shoulders and the delicate straps of her sheer bra. The thin fabric clung to the swell of her breasts, nipples faintly outlined beneath, and her stomach shivered under the cool night air.

With a soft whimper, Lena peeled the blouse free, holding it out like a small offering.

The Model tilted her head, lips curling into a wicked, playful pout. “Awwww… no panties for me this time?” she teased. Slowly, she took the blouse, brushing Lena’s fingers as she folded it neatly and dropped it into the basket.

Before stepping back, the Model’s hand dipped down. One finger hooked the waistband of Lena’s green panties, tugging them outward just enough to make her gasp, then snapping them lightly against her skin. The sound echoed softly across the garden.

“Run along, little one,” the Model purred. “Find your shadows again—before I decide to collect this too.”

Lena shivered violently and darted into the darkness, her bare legs flashing in the lantern’s light as she sought another hiding spot, cheeks flaming, chest heaving.

The Model laughed softly, swinging her basket at her side. “Three from Lena, two from Mia… I wonder who will be the first to show me everything.”

Her lantern tilted, sweeping across the garden. Mia’s outline flickered at the edge of the glow, body stiff and trembling, as the realization sank in: the hunt was shifting her way.

Clothes status

• Lena: knee-high boots, sheer green bra + panties.

• Mia: pumps, sheer leggings, purple sheer lingerie set.

• Basket: Lena's pencil skirt, blouse, Leather jacket. Mia's lace dress, Coat.