Mia!

The Model prowled back to Mia, her basket swaying with its collection of surrendered garments. She crouched low, fingers gliding shamelessly between Mia’s parted thighs, and pressed two fingertips against the girl’s bare slit.

Mia gasped sharply, her wolf ears twitching. The Model’s smirk widened.

“Listen to that…” she whispered, rubbing slow circles until Mia trembled against the wardrobe door. “…a single touch, and you’re already singing for me. But tell me, my reckless little wolf — what will you even wager next? You’ve gambled away nearly everything.”

Mia’s breath hitched, her hands balled into fists, but she couldn’t answer.

The Model rose and turned on her heel, padding barefoot to Lena. She hooked her hand around Lena’s belt, dragging her close, then let her palm glide down over Lena’s smooth, exposed pussy. Lena shuddered as the Model traced her slit in one long stroke, the belt the only thing resting above it like a useless ornament.

The Model leaned in, lips brushing Lena’s ear. “And you, my obedient one… You still have treasures to surrender. A belt, a camisole, your sweet little bra. Shall I take them one by one? Or will you risk them boldly?”

Both girls stood flushed, legs trembling, their pussies wet from her teasing hands. The Model stepped back, eyes glittering with wicked delight. She toyed with a lock of her dark hair and clutched the basket tighter against her hip.

“Well then…” Her voice rang across the hall, playful but commanding. “…who dares first? Who will open the next wardrobe for me?”

Mia, still shaky from the Model’s fingers moments before, pressed her hand against the wooden lid of a chest. Her voice was unsteady but defiant:

“I wager my sneakers… that inside this chest are sneakers.”

The Model’s smirk deepened as she drifted back from Lena, crossing the floor with unhurried, barefoot steps. She circled Mia like a predator, basket in hand, and laid her palm flat on Mia’s bare pussy once more. The girl jolted, gasping as the teasing fingers rubbed slow and deliberate across her slit.

“Oh, sweet reckless Mia…” the Model purred, her voice dripping with amusement. “Wrong again. And so eager to offer yourself up for failure. Do you like it, I wonder? Do you want me to strip you bare one mistake at a time?”

Mia tried to glare, but her breath caught in her throat as the Model pressed harder, making her hips twitch.

Then, with a playful hum, the Model bent low and tugged Mia’s sneakers from her feet. One, then the other both dropped neatly into the basket, settling on top of her panties and tights.

The Model leaned close to Mia’s ear, her voice barely above a whisper. “Barefoot now, like me. Doesn’t it feel… honest?” She straightened, eyes flashing toward Lena.

“Well then, obedient one,” she teased, turning her attention fully on the pink-blushing girl still clutching her belt, “your turn. What will you wager for me?”

Clothing Status

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

_Mia: Black sports bra, Black tank top, 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

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