Bani’s heart pounded so hard she could hear it in her ears as she slipped behind the massive main stage of the college annual fest. The entire campus was buzzing with hundreds of students, lights, loud music, and cultural performances. Laughter and cheers echoed from the front side of the stage where a dance competition was happening. But here, in the dark, narrow space between the stage backdrop and the old equipment sheds, it was dangerously semi-public. Anyone could walk around — volunteers, technicians, or even curious juniors — and catch them.

She had followed the instructions exactly: short black dress that hugged her curves like a second skin, no bra, no panty, high heels, and a small blindfold in her purse. Her long hair was loose, lips painted red. Her body still carried faint marks from the farmhouse night — light bruises on her breasts and ass that made her shiver every time her clothes rubbed against them.