You're coming with me

Rafaela's voice wasn't an invitation. It was a statement, as clear and inevitable as the sun burning the asphalt of the avenue. Júlia and Daniel exchanged a glance before lowering their heads in sync, the marks on their skin throbbing in response.

Rafaela didn't wait. She left the apartment, her high heels echoing in the hallway, her tight skirt swaying with each step. Júlia followed first, in a transparent dress and strappy sandals—enough to show the pink marks on her thighs where "RAFAELA" had been rewritten during the night. Daniel came last, in tight jeans and a white sleeveless t-shirt, the inner label still damp with permanent ink.

The street air was hot and heavy, laden with the smell of gasoline and street food. Rafaela walked slowly, like a predator circling her territory, while Júlia and Daniel kept two steps behind, their bodies tense and alert.

That's when Rafaela stopped in front of a lingerie shop. The window display showcased mannequins in fine lingerie, impossible bodies enveloped in lace and silk.

"This one," Rafaela pointed to a black garter belt set with laces. "On you, Júlia."

The shop was empty, except for the sales assistant—a young woman with curly hair and a professional smile. She barely had time to open her mouth before Rafaela grabbed the pen from the counter and scratched her name on her hand.

"Ma'am," the sales assistant groaned, her knees buckling as her hands moved to unzip her uniform.

Júlia and Daniel watched in silence as Rafaela also wrote her name on the fitting room door, on the mirror, on the velvet stool.

"Now," Rafaela turned to them, holding the black lingerie. "Show me how it will look on you, Júlia."

She didn't need to repeat herself.

The fitting room wasn't big enough for the three of them, but that didn't matter. Júlia was already on her knees, pulling her lace panties aside while Daniel unzipped his fly. Rafaela watched, licking her lips, as the sales assistant—now naked and marked—brought more lingerie for them to "test."

And so, among the party dresses and lace bras, Rafaela wandered.

And her belongings obeyed.

"Madam," Daniel groaned when Rafaela pulled his hair back, forcing him to swallow all the way down.

Júlia, in turn, was already on all fours on the velvet stool, moaning as the sales assistant penetrated her with a pink vibrator.

Rafaela smiled.

She always liked to wander.