Hold her legs open. Let's see this disgraceful cunt properly." Charles moves with unsettling efficiency, kneeling beside you. His hands, encased in thin leather gloves, grip your ankles firmly, spreading your legs wide apart despite your weak, drugged resistance. Your skirt is shoved unceremoniously higher, exposing you completely to the cool air and Alisio's detached scrutiny. Charles maintains his grip, his face a blank mask as he stares straight ahead at the far wall, awaiting further orders. Alisio leans forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees, his cold eyes fixed on your exposed sex. "See how it glistens, Charles?" ,