Mia

The Model let her fingers drum once on the polished wood of the dining table. The sound was soft but final.

“Mia,” she said at last, her voice low and velvety, “take the carafe and pour for me. Slow. Steady. Not a single drop spilled.”

Mia dipped her head, hands a little unsteady as she reached for the heavy silver carafe. With her skirt already gone, the cropped top and apron only framed what the Model wanted to see; the lavender thong stretched high over her hips, a faint tremor in her thighs as she moved.

The Model ghosted behind her, silent as a shadow. She leaned close enough that Mia could feel her breath against her neck, then, without warning, slid a single finger along the inside of the thong’s waistband.

The elastic jumped under the Model’s touch. The bell at Mia’s throat gave a soft chime.

“Focus…” the Model whispered, “or lose.”

She traced the waistband lower, brushing against the lace itself, watching Mia’s shoulders stiffen as she tried to keep pouring, eyes locked on the glass before her. The wine trembled but didn’t spill.

The Model smiled against her ear.

“Good girl… for now.”

Her hand drifted away, letting Mia finish the pour, but she stayed close, the threat of another touch lingering like a blade just over her skin.

The Model circled Mia slowly, her eyes never leaving the cropped top that hugged so snugly against her chest.

“Pouring is easy,” she murmured, lifting her hand to trail a nail up the exposed strip of Mia’s midriff, “but silence? Silence takes strength.”

Mia’s breath shuddered, though her lips stayed pressed together. The wineglass filled near to the brim, her hand steady only by **** of will.

The Model slid in closer. Her fingers brushed over Mia’s stomach, then slipped higher — a slow, teasing glide toward the hem of the cropped top.

The soft fabric quivered as her nails skimmed just beneath it.

The bell at Mia’s neck chimed faintly, betraying her trembling.

“One gasp,” the Model whispered with wicked delight, “and this little top will join your skirt.”

Her hand pressed firmer now, tracing under the cloth, cupping just below her breast. The wine in the glass rippled dangerously as Mia fought not to move, not to spill, not to cry out.

The Model tilted her head, her smirk widening.

“Will you keep it together, pet? Or do you want me to take what I already know is mine?”

Clothes Status

• Lena: form-fitting black corset top, mini skirt, apron, lace-trimmed black panties & bra, sheer black tights, Low-heeled shoes, lace wrist cuffs, black ribbon choker, maid’s cap.

• Mia: short-sleeved cropped top, white apron ties, stockings white-topped and decorated with tiny black bows, simple black flats, lavender lace bra & thong, black choker with a silver bell, headband with wolf ears.

• Model: Barefoot

• Basket: Lena's white blouse. Mia's Pleated Skirt.