That little voice in my head

Lara’s inner voice is loud and clear: eliminate Chiara and Andrea. Are they plotting? Chatting about the weather? Who cares. The mission is set. She strikes first—Andrea goes down quickly, knocked out cold without much fuss. Next in line: Chiara, who’s already stepped into the scene.

Strange request: socks and chokes

Wearing Andrea’s socks? Odd, but Lara agrees. Andrea’s out, and the strangling showdown begins. Chokes here, chokes there—this turns into a surreal, heated battle of breath and control.
Chiara, adjusting her black socks with a teasing smile, traps Lara in creative holds. Lara, wild and ferocious, fires back with raw power. Both women have their moments in this relentless, sexy war. Barely enough time to catch breath—or fix a sock—before the next choke hits. It’s strangulation as an art form.

Blame it on the socks?

Lara’s losing badly now. Chiara’s fresh, dominant, and merciless. With Lara fading in a brutal choke, her thoughts resurface: should’ve never worn those socks. Really, Lara? Too late. Chiara stands victorious, and Lara is out.
Totally, utterly out.