Velvette stil didnt know how she ended up stuffed into the tights of her chosen rival,
but she was fighting with all she had to resist the pull that was steadily trying to drag her deeper.
Her situation was dire, she couldnt break through the soft but firm fabric that was holding her back, her strength was nothing compared to the two massive, muscular glutes encasing her and there was nobody around that could hear her screams and pleas.
And on top of it all, to add insult to injurie she heard a voice from above softly sing a song of mockery:

"I feel you're driven by your detestation

Your every struggle stoked with animus

You need a different type of motivation

Or there's no way that you can escape this.

I know you're thirstin' for Freedom, Velvette

You're out for air

But you'll only stand a chance if you're out for love

Out for love, love

Think of who you care about, try to reach them and be

Out for love, love

You'll have to struggle without gloves, and show you're out for love

Fuel yourself with the fear of losin'

Yourself to these luscious Hips

Harnеss your heart, and you can't help choosin'

To avoid this spicy internship.

I know you're thirstin' for Freedom, Velvette

You're out for air

But you'll only stand a chance if you're out for love

Out for love, love

Think of who you care about, try to reach them and be

Out for love, love

But even if you struggle without gloves,

When pull is joined by shove

Yeah, you just might sink into the stove, to never again rise above."

Carmilla was meanwhile working business as usual and didnt pay any mind to that anoying upstart she was teaching a lesson to, beside her little improvised tribute of course ;)


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