Mars finds herself secured to the ladder, wrists bound high above her head, completely at Harmony’s mercy. There’s no escape, no leverage, just anticipation building with every second. Harmony takes her time, circling, teasing, letting her fingertips graze Mars's skin before striking in quick, playful bursts. Armpits, belly, sides.. every weakness discovered. Mars tries to stay tough, but the laughter gives her away. Every squirm, every gasp fuels Harmony’s confidence as she leans into her signature chaos: methodical, mischievous, and merciless.
