Chapter 8
by 
legion1986
Top or Bottoms?
Crimson Offering
The Model leaned in closer, eyes glinting with anticipation. “Now, darling,” she purred, circling Mia with that predatory playfulness, “your next pick… it will cost more. Top or bottoms?”
Mia hesitated only a heartbeat before her fingers trailed to her crimson strapless bodice. With a nervous gulp, she handed it over, letting the Model’s basket claim the piece with a soft, victorious slide.
“Ahhh… exquisite,” the Model murmured, letting her fingers brush over the bodice once more before dropping it fully into the basket. Her eyes glimmered with delight. “You’re learning quickly, my little fortune. Every piece… every choice… makes the game all the sweeter.”
With a flourish, the Model turned the next card. The illustration caught the flickering light: a red-hooded woman in a simple red bikini beneath her cloak.
“Oh…” the Model whispered, lips curling into a wicked smile. “Lucky you, Mia. Soon… you’ll meet her. And perhaps… you’ll be the one to catch the Red Hood.”
Mia’s breath hitched, cheeks flushing as the game tightened around her. Each card, each offering, was dragging her further into the Model’s playful, intoxicating trap — and she had **** but to follow along, each step costing her more and leaving her bare, bit by bit.
Clothing Status
Mia: dressed in half of her cosplay outfit - short asymmetrical skirt, sheer vine-pattern tights, strapless bra, lace-trimmed pink thong.
Basket: wrist cuffs, earrings, golden sash, knee-high red leather boots, rose-pink detached sleeves , Crimson strapless bodice