Sarah’s participated

She leaned in closer, her body pressing against Sarah's, making her feel the heat of her skin through their clothes. "But first, I want you to take off your bra and panties," Roxy purred, her voice low and seductive.

Sarah's heart raced as she slowly pulled down her top of dress, revealing her lacy light blue bra. She hesitated for a moment, feeling the eyes of Roxy and Alexia on her. With a deep breath, she reached behind her back and unclasped the bra, letting it fall to the floor. She quickly pulled her dress back up, covering herself again.

Roxy's eyes glinted with satisfaction as she watched Sarah's actions. "Good girl," she purred, stepping even closer to her. The heat from Roxy's body made Sarah's skin tingle, and she could feel her heart racing in her chest.

"Now," Roxy continued, her voice taking on a commanding tone. "Take off your panties."

Sarah's face flushed red as she complied, reaching under the hem of her dress with trembling fingers. The lace of her panties brushed against her thighs as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband, the delicate fabric damp with nervous sweat. She hesitated—just for a heartbeat—before sliding them down in one agonizingly slow motion, the cool convention center air hitting her bare skin as they pooled around her ankles.

Sarah’s breath shuddered as she stepped out of the discarded panties, her bare thighs brushing together under the weight of Roxy’s hungry gaze. The lace crumpled against the tile like a surrender flag.

Sarah’s fingers trembled as she bent down, the silky fabric of her discarded bra slithering between her fingertips. The cool metal of the clasp brushed her palm as she gathered it up, her cheeks burning hotter when she felt Roxy’s gaze trace the way her dress clung to her bare curves. She hesitated—just for a breath—before scooping up the damp lace of her panties, the fabric still warm from her skin.

With her gloves now slightly damp from nervous sweat, Sarah extended the delicate undergarments toward Roxy, her arm trembling.

Roxy’s gloved fingers closed around the offered lingerie, her smirk deepening as she deliberately let her nails drag across Sarah’s palm. "So obedient," she murmured, tucking the damp fabric into her corset with slow, teasing precision. The heat of Sarah’s embarrassment seemed to radiate between them as Roxy stepped closer, her thigh brushing against Sarah’s bare skin beneath the lifted hem of her dress.