Strip!

The Model's smirk sharpened as she crooked a finger at Lena.

“Come, obedient one,” she purred, her voice velvet and command woven together. “Show Mia how sweetly a skirt can fall.”

Lena's blush deepened as she stepped closer, every movement deliberate, betraying both nervousness and the thrill of being singled out. The Model leaned down, her lips brushing just close enough to Lena's ear that the words seeped into her skin:

“Strip me.”

Lena's hands trembled as they found the waistband of the Model's high pencil skirt. She fumbled the tiny buttons one by one, her breath shallow, the Model's perfume heavy in the air. The last button freed, Lena hooked her fingers under the waistband and tugged gently downward.

The skirt slid past the Model's bare hips, pooling around her ankles. Lena's eyes widened as they traced the expanse of smooth, tanned skin now revealed. The Model's legs were long and toned, her thighs shapely and firm. Between her legs, Lena glimpsed the Model's bare pussy, the lips smooth and pink, glistening slightly with arousal.

The Model stepped out of the skirt with graceful poise, lifting her chin regally even as she now stood with nothing below her corset but her confident smirk and her exposed sex.

Lena bent to pick up the skirt, her obedience automatic. She folded it carefully, like a precious thing, before placing it into the ever-hungry basket.

Mia gasped aloud, her wolf ears headband trembling as she gripped the edge of her tank top. “She's… she's really naked now,” she whispered under her breath, eyes darting between the Model's exposed thighs and Lena's flustered face.

The Model tilted her head, savoring Mia's reaction, then glanced down at her own state with mock carelessness.

“Yes. Naked from the waist down. And I'm still the one leading,” she said with a smirk.

She spread her hands, addressing both girls like a queen bestowing amusement upon her court.

“And soon, you'll both join me in such… honesty.”

Her smile turned sly.

“The Wardrobe of Truths demands it.”

The Model took a step closer to Mia, her hips swaying hypnotically. She reached out and traced a finger along the hem of Mia's tank top.

“Your turn, little wolf. The Wardrobe hungers for your tank top next. Will you offer it willingly... or do I need to take it from you?”

Her eyes glinted with challenge and promise, waiting to see how Mia would react to her bold advance.

Clothing Status

Lena: Pale pink bra, White camisole, thin black belt, Black sheer leggings, Pale pink panties, Ankle boots

Mia: Black sports bra, Black tank top, Sheer black tights, Black panties, Sneakers, Wolf ears headband

Model: Black satin blouse (sheer sleeves), Tight corset, Bottomless, Barefoot

Basket: Model’s: silk panties, High-waisted pencil skirt Mia: Grey fitted hoodie, High-waisted navy shorts Lena's: Pink cropped sweater, Dark denim mini skirt