alexia meet Sarah who wait for her

The moment they stepped onto the sidewalk, a gust of wind sent Alexia’s dress flaring upward like a pink blossom unfurling, her bare thighs tensing as she fought the instinct to clamp them together. Roxy’s laugh was a sharp, delighted sound as she dug her gloved fingers into Alexia’s wrist, preventing her from yanking the fabric back down. "Tsk-tsk," she chided, her breath hot against Alexia’s ear as the dress settled—slowly, too slowly—back into place. "Rule two, remember?"

The sidewalk crowd thickened as they neared the convention center, a sea of cosplayers and fans buzzing with excitement. Alexia flinched as another gust of wind threatened to betray her, the hem of her dress dancing just above mid-thigh. Roxy’s grip on her wrist was a brand, her black-gloved fingers possessive as she leaned in, lips brushing the flushed shell of Alexia’s ear.

"Wait here," Roxy commanded, finally releasing her, though the weight of her stare lingered like a physical touch. She adjusted the stolen bag on her shoulder, the crown inside glinting mockingly through the half-open zipper. "Don’t move. Don’t cover yourself. "

Alexia stood frozen, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched Roxy disappear into the crowd. The wind picked up again, sending another shiver through her body, but she refused to move. She couldn't risk angering Roxy further.

Minutes ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity as Alexia stood alone on the bustling sidewalk. The crowd around her thinned out, replaced by a steady stream of convention-goers making their way into the convention center. Alexia's eyes darted nervously from side to side, her cheeks burning with humiliation.

Just as she was about to give up hope, she spotted Roxy emerging from the crowd, her stolen bag slung over her shoulder. Alexia's heart sank as she realized that Roxy had no intention of letting her go. She braced herself for whatever came next.

Roxy approached, her steps confident and deliberate, a smirk playing on her lips. She was dressed in a black dress that hugged her curves, Bowser's iconic horns protruding from her blonde hair. The sight made Alexia's stomach drop. Roxy was dressed as Bowsette, the embodiment of her arch-nemesis.

"Ready to go?" Roxy asked, her voice low and sultry. Alexia nodded mutely, her eyes wide with fear and humiliation. Roxy grabbed her arm and led her towards the convention center, her grip tight. As they walked, Alexia couldn't help but notice the way Roxy's dress hugged her body, the way her hips swayed with each step. She felt like a prisoner, a trophy to be paraded around.

Finally, they reached the entrance of the convention center. Alexia's heart skipped a beat as she saw her friend Sarah standing and waiting for her. Sarah was dressed as Princess Rosalina, her white stockings peeking out from beneath her dress. She looked at Alexia with concern, her eyes darting between her and Roxy.

"What's going on?" Sarah asked, her voice trembling with fear.

She looked at Alexia with concern, her eyes darting between her and Roxy.

Roxy smirked, her gaze flicking over to Sarah. "Oh, don't worry, Sarah," she purred. "I just borrowed Alexia's bag. And she had to do a little something for me to get it back."

Sarah's eyes widened in horror as she took in Alexia's exposed state. "Roxy, you can't be serious!" she exclaimed. "This isn't funny!"

"Oh, it's not funny?" Roxy's eyes narrowed, her lips curling into a cruel smile. "Then maybe you should do something about it, Sarah."