Hot Girl Summer (A Lookism One-Shot Book)

Vivi X Reader X Xiaolung

『A Hunting Dog Is A Girl's Best Friend』

TW:Explicit Content, being chased, kidnapping, mention of drugging, Xiaolung might be ooc but Vivi definitely isn't.
Kinks: Being chased, Threesome, masks (I'm a whore for it), praise
Word Count: 4313
Notes: I was possessed writing this. Is this too dark? I don't know. (Also, for fanfic purposes, Xiaolung still has...yeah.) No beta we die like Olly
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When you woke up, everything was dark. Not in that night kind of way, more so that something was obscuring your vision, but not directly over your eyes, just over your face.

"Oh, you brought her." A woman's voice. "Thank you so much." She clapped her hands together. "I'm so happy that the drink worked. I was a little worried the dose wasn't enough because of her body weight, but it worked perfectly." She sounded cheery, excited. "Give Eugene my thanks, too, would you? If he hadn't sent someone to retrieve her, then she might have ended up somewhere really bad." She giggled.

You heard heavy footsteps walk across old floorboards before a door groaned open and then closed with a click. Then more footsteps, muffled, down some steps before there was the crunch of gravel. Then there were lighter footsteps, approaching you.

"Shall I remove her covering, Miss Vivi?" It was a man's voice, smooth and calm. He sounded young, with an accent you couldn't place but close to the woman's.

"Yes. I want to see her." You could hear her lighter footsteps as she shifted her weight, only a couple meters away.

Suddenly, whatever was over your face was pulled off, and the change in lighting made you squint and blink. You were in some sort of rustic-looking cabin. There was wooden furniture, lit candles, and a dampness to the air. It was nighttime outside through the windows. You heard a car drive off.

And when your eyes fully adjusted, you saw them. A woman, young, maybe your age, skinny, dressed in glittery clothing, her white hair pulled up into space buns with pink ribbons, her skin light. She was grinning. There was also the man you heard, tall, lean, dressed in a suit, long, black hair in two French braids, his features sharp, stoic.

"You're already awake. That's good." The woman, who you're assuming is Vivi, as the man addressed just a moment ago, said. "Sorry that you're not dressed as cute as I wanted. Some things just wouldn't be delivered here easily."

You looked down at yourself. You weren't wearing anything familiar. Before you came here, you were dressed in your favorite clubbing dress, f/c and modest-enough, with your favorite jewelry and purse. Now, you were wearing a fuzzy, tawny–brown dress that hugged every curve. It had long sleeves and a high neck, but barely went passed your thighs. It had little white spots over the back of it, like speckled sunlight. You had also been given black boots, but not very cute ones, something you could move easily in. You came to the horrifying conclusion that someone had to undress you to redress you like this.

"Do you like it?" Vivi asked. "I picked them out myself. I figured you were more of a 'deer' than a 'mouse' like my friend Mitsuki suggested." She stepped closer.

You were panicking. "W-What am I doing here?"

"Oh! Of course you wouldn't know." She giggled. "You're my new plaything." She grinned. "I saw you in my club, and, well, now you're here." She stepped even closer until she was right next to the man.

"Plaything?" You asked, mind racing with the implications.

"Mhm. My plaything." She twirled her hair around her finger. "I just saw you and had to have you." Her eyes were trained on you, eerily focused onto your very soul. "You didn't even hesitate to accept a drink from a stranger."