Aster arrives at the hotel confused.
Mirabel had invited her for a "fashion project meeting,"
And Naya had followed up, telling her to "dress hot, not smart."
Red flag? Maybe.
But Aster walks in anyway, all doe-eyed and curious.
She's barely through the door before she's grabbed.
Two women.
Lips, nails, teeth.
Mirabel's whisper is pure venom:
"Let's see what made Janelle cheat."
Naya licks a stripe up her neck, fingers trailing down.
"You're her weakness… so now, you're ours."
They pin her between them—Mirabel behind, Naya in front
and start touching her like a possession passed around.
Aster gasps.
"W-Wait, I—"
"Shhh…" Mirabel coos, biting her earlobe.
"You're the gift. Naya deserves a toy too."
And Naya?
Oh, baby… she starts playing.
Slow. Wicked.
All while Mirabel forces Aster to watch them in the mirror.
"That's right," Mirabel purrs, gripping Aster's jaw.
"You don't get to run.
You don't get to feel guilt.
You just take what we give."
And they give everything.
Fingers.
Tongues.
Toys.
By the time Aster is writhing, dripping, moaning so loud it echoes off the walls
Mirabel grabs her phone.
Records it.
Sends it to Janelle.
Caption?
"Your girls say hi.
Come join… or come fight for them."
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To be continued