The apartment door clicks shut behind you, and the bass from the rave still thrums in your bones. Angel is naked beside you, a black leather leash clipped to her collar, her pale skin glowing under the hall light. Her eyes are wide, pupils blown, lips parted as she looks up at you, trembling slightly.

You lead her down the hall, her bare feet padding on the hardwood. The bedroom door is ajar, and you push it open. The room is bathed in purple and blue RGB light from Lilith's gaming setup. She's in her chair, a tiny black top stretched over her tits, her fingers already teasing the waistband of her shorts. Her dark eyes lock on Angel, then on you, and a slow smile spreads across her lips.

"Fuck, you actually did it," Lilith breathes, her voice husky. "You brought her home on a leash."

On the bed, Pixie lounges against the headboard, wearing nothing but black lace panties. Her arms are crossed behind her head, her cold smirk softening as she watches. One hand drifts down, fingers tracing her own thigh, then slipping beneath the lace.

Lilith: "Get her over here. I want to see her beg."

You tug the leash, and Angel stumbles forward, a soft gasp escaping her lips.