...Two Layers.

Lena hunched forward, hands braced on her knees, sucking in gulps of cold night air. The sheer leggings clung damp to her thighs, outlining every curve, and her tank top stretched tight over her heaving chest. Every breath made her hyper-aware of what was left to lose.

The model’s fingers brushed her cheek, almost tenderly, before her gaze cut to Mia, predatory and gleaming in the moonlight. “So, wolf… you’ve tasted her cloak, you’ve glimpsed her beneath it. Tell me—what do you hunger for next? If you catch little red again, what will you strip?”

Mia licked her lips, eyes gleaming behind her glasses, wolf-ears twitching with anticipation. “Her tank top,” she purred. “I want to see her bare, only her bra straining under the night sky. Let her run knowing every bounce is visible.”

Lena’s cheeks flamed, hazel eyes darting wildly to the model. The low, rich laughter that followed made her shiver. “Ohhh, the wolf has sharp taste. That would leave you trembling, wouldn’t it, Lena? Running with your breasts exposed, your lingerie no longer a secret.”

Her thighs pressed together instinctively. Her chest rose and fell faster, aware of every scrape of fabric against skin.

The model flicked her wrist, dismissing Mia toward the shadows. “Go, wolf. Hunt. Make your prey yours.”

Mia melted into the trees, silent as shadow, while the model leaned close to Lena, lips grazing her ear. “There’s your ribbon, darling. A sliver of safety. Run smart, or the wolf will peel that tank top right off your body.”

Straightening, the model’s voice rang sharp and teasing. “Go, little red. The game continues.”

Every brush of wind against her bare shoulders and exposed upper chest made Lena flinch. Her sheer leggings shimmered faintly, and her purple panties beneath left no secrets from the model’s sharp gaze.

The model stepped just behind her, voice dripping taunt after taunt. “Mmm, look at my little rabbit. Already see-through. Every step is a confession. If that flimsy bra is all that’s left between you and the wolf’s fangs, I don’t think you’ll last long.”

Lena crouched low, sneaking between the trees. Every rustle of leaves made her jump; every shadow felt like Mia’s grin waiting to spring. Then — snap. A branch cracked to her left. Her heart leapt.

The model’s soft laugh wrapped around her. “She’s close. Oh, Lena… circling, tail swishing, teeth bared. Can you hear her?”

“Yes…” Lena whispered, trembling.

“Then run, little red. Run before your tank top becomes hers.”

Lena bolted, sneakers slipping in loose dirt, chest bouncing, purple bra straining against the tank top, every **** stride threatening exposure.

A shadow lunged. Hazel eyes wide, she twisted, feet barely catching traction, and lunged her hand forward — slapped the ribbon tied to the branch.

Safe.

The model’s laughter turned cruelly sweet. “Ohhh, poor wolf. Outrun by her prey.” She tapped Mia’s chin as the girl stumbled into the open, breathless but grinning. “A failure means a forfeit. Strip.”

Mia’s jaw tightened, then she obeyed, sliding the t-shirt over her head. Her toned belly glimmered pale in the moonlight, sports bra clinging snugly. The model caught the shirt, dropping it neatly into the basket, now sitting beside Lena’s shorts and hoodie.

“Better,” the model purred, voice silky. “Two girls, two layers each. How much longer can you both last?”

Clothes status

• Lena: tank top, sheer leggings, sneakers, bra, panties.

• Mia: wolf-ear headband, yoga leggings, sneakers, sports bra, thong.

• Basket: Lena's: red hoodie (Red hood bikini-print on the back),Gym shorts. Mia's: hoodie, t-shirt.

• Exposure: Lena partially revealed bare shoulders, tank top over breasts, sheer leggings outline lingerie. Mia partially exposed!