Final Exam-blue and red

The January slave shoot runs hot and raw. You called the shots: pick the next girl who earns her place upstairs. Two trainees, two bodies, one open slot. Iona Grace and Krysta Kaos have bled for every inch, every order, every camera. Now they bare it all for you to decide. Tits tied, asses spread, skin marked red and blue. Rope bites flesh while metal clinks and hips grind. Every breath is sharp, every glance a dare. They sweat under the lights, begging to be used, desperate to stay. When the bell rings only one name echoes upstairs. The other stays kneeling. Long live the girl in purple.