[center][h2][color=f7976a]Ayame[/color][/h2]
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The voice behind her shoulder sent a shiver down her back and made her jump like a cat [color=f7976a]"Eep!"[/color] Ayame almost tumbled backwards onto her bottom but could just about regain her balance before she did. Ayame was just about to say something but only squealed once more before being dragged off by Malice her hand. She stumbled a bit and needed two steps to regain her footing but hurriedly walked after her [color=f7976a]"W-what are y-you..."[/color] Ayame was being dragged behind the curtains inside of a dressing room as it closed behind her [color=f7976a]"M-malice, w-why... w-what a-a-are we doing h-here."[/color] Ayame blushed as how close they were to each other and averted her eyes away from the woman. She could feel the hand of Malice touching her body. Ayame shivered and tried jumping backwards but she couldn't move [color=f7976a]"Wha!..."[/color] Some kicks and stumbling could be heard but she turned completely silent [color=f7976a]"M-m-malice! D-d-don't... Kya... Touch m-m-me t-there... W-why... WHA... PERVERT!"[/color] 

She kicked and shouted but couldn't move or resist any of it. Malice had started undressing her and she tried struggling as best as she could to prevent her from doing any further. At a point she stopped with trying to move out of the dressing room or otherwise people would see her in her underwear. She tried covering her chest with one hand while the other stretched out her undershirt over her underwear [color=f7976a]"M-m-malice... I d-don't want t-this."[/color] Her voice sounded like it could be shattered only by breathing against it and her head as red as fire. Then the dress came out, together with the expression of lust on Malice her face she shrunk in size curled up and pressed herself against the corner of the room. A terrified expression was put onto her face as the dress came closer and eventually devoured Ayame her body. A few minutes later Malice left the room and Ayame was to afraid to move. 

She stood against a wall disgusted by the smooth feeling of the dress and the heaviness rested upon her hips. Malice gestured for her to come out but of course she wasn't gonna run out of the room like some hyper active queen shaking her hand around. There was no way to escape this hell. Even if she would play along how long would it be before she would be back safe and sound with Nero again. Ayame sighed and shuffled out of the dressing room. She had her hands bundled up in front of her lap whiles standing behind Malice less people would see her like this [color=f7976a]"C-can I have m-my clothes b-back p-p-please."[/color] Ayame lightly sniffled.

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