She plays innocent

Velvet Vixen's breath trembles as she fights to hold on—trying to stay defiant, trying to stay focused, but the hum of the Hot Box is unrelenting. The vibrations shift again, just slightly, perfectly, and she lets out a soft whimper before she can stop it.

She looks up at Daisy through half-lidded eyes, cheeks flushed with heat and pressure.

“Y-You really just want to stand there and… watch me melt like this?”

She pouts a little—not too much. Just enough to sell the helpless innocence her situation demands.

Daisy leans in again, her voice a low drawl of satisfaction.

“Mmm-hmm. I really do.”

She circles the box slowly, fingers dragging along the metal edge, her eyes locked on Velvet Vixen’s. Watching every twitch. Every flutter. Every blush.

“You squirm so pretty, sugar. It’s honestly a little addictive.”

Velvet Vixen groans softly, twisting against her invisible restraints. The pressure between her legs is constant, perfectly placed, teasing without relief. She can’t even cross her legs. She can’t reach. She can’t stop it.

And Daisy just keeps talking.

“Look at you. All bound up, breathin’ hard, body just beggin’ to give in…”

She brushes a finger across Vixen’s jaw, feather-light.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re enjoyin’ this.”

Velvet Vixen shudders, trying to snap back with a witty retort—but the machine pulses again, and all that escapes her lips is a desperate, breathless moan.

Daisy grins.

“Thought so.”