"...Sophia." His called out, sharply. "Undress her."
Her whole body froze. "W-What?!"
The door opened without hesitation. The blonde princess of the Vatican glided in, head lowered, expression detached, and fearful. She ignored Wang Jiarong's frantic twist and muffled protests, hands quick and unyielding.
"Stop-! Don't you dare-!" Wang Jiarong cried, trying to pull back, but Sophia's fingers tugged the straps of her tank top down her shoulders in one smooth motion. The thin cloth fell, baring pale skin and the swell of her breasts.
"Wait! I said stop!" she gasped, but Sophia didn't stop.
The tank slid to the floor. Her shorts followed, tugged down around her ankles. In a few heartbeats she was bare, skin glowing under the lights, her body shaking.
