Lena’s Panties

Lena had thought herself clever. After losing her skirt, she and Mia had agreed she should wear the shorts beneath—an extra barrier, a way to buy precious time from the Model’s games. But the Hall of Mirrors cared little for their strategies.

It happened too quickly. A long panel caught her gaze, shimmering unnaturally, and there she was—bare from the waist down. No skirt. No shorts. Not even the pale shield of her blue panties. Just her nakedness gleaming in the glass.

The Model’s soft laugh slid into her ear.

“Mmmm, so much for clever little tricks. The maze always wins, my sweet. And look at you now—those blue panties were never going to last. I warned you…”

Lena’s face burned, her body shuddering with the mixture of humiliation and heat. Slowly, with trembling hands, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties. The tingle of the rules made it impossible to resist.

She slid them down, the fabric clinging to her thighs before pooling at her boots. The Model took them daintily, twirling them around her finger before dropping them into the basket.

“Such a shame. I was enjoying them on you. But I enjoy this much more.”

Mia pressed close, biting her lip as she whispered nervously:

“Lena… if she’s already down to nothing under her shirt, how long do you think I’ll last?”

The Model’s eyes gleamed, her gaze darting toward Mia’s silk blouse.

The Model’s laughter purred low as she set the basket against a mirror, the models fully dress form reflective from the surface. Lena tried to keep her legs pressed together, but the Model was already beside her, one hand curling possessively around her hip.

“So quick, my little doll,” the Model whispered, sliding her fingers against the warm skin between Lena’s thighs. “You thought your shorts would save you, and now your panties are here—” she gave Lena’s pussy a slow, deliberate stroke, “—with me.”

Lena gasped, cheeks flushed crimson, her body trembling with the humiliation of being bottomless while the maze shimmered around her.

Mia’s reflection appeared in a dozen panels at once, her silk blouse clinging to her curves. The Model’s gaze shifted toward her, eyes glittering as her fingers kept circling Lena’s slit.

“Careful, Mia,” the Model teased. “If your eyes slip, your blouse will be mine next. And wouldn’t that be lovely? Both of you offering me your tops, one after the other…”

Lena whimpered at the touch, caught between the fire of embarrassment and the ache building between her legs.

“Mia,” she gasped, looking at her friend through the maze of reflections, “don’t… don’t let her take you too.”

The Model smirked wickedly, still stroking Lena’s bare pussy, savoring her helpless blush as she kept Mia in her sights.

Clothes status

• Basket Status: Lena's Mini Wrap Skirt, Shorts, Blue Panties.

• Lena: high-knee boots, Cute T-shirt, Blue Bra.(pussy fully exposed)

• Mia: Silk Blouse, Midi Skirt, Shorts, Ankle Boots, Red Bra, Red Thong