JR3600

Yelan stepped into the changing room, where Alexa(Pokemon), Beidou, Candace, Chasca, Clorinde, Dehya, Ei, Eula, Jean, Lisa, Mauvika, Navia, Ningguang, Rosaria, Sara, Shenhe, Xianyun, and Xilonen (Genshin)were all waiting for her. As the door clicked shut behind her, soft, final, sovereign, the air was still, reverent. She hadn’t crossed halfway when arms slid beneath hers from behind. Smooth, practiced, inescapable. Jessie’s full nelson locked her in place, arms hanging loose, grip ceremonial. Not violent. Ritual. “Let me go,” Yelan gasped, voice sharp with surprise. But the words summoned movement, not release. Elesa (Black and Blonde) stepped forward in mirrored grace, electric elegance, black and blonde halves of a ritual whole. Each claimed an arm, firm, anticipatory. Gleaming eyes, not cruel, but loyal. A whisper brushed her ear, mischief incarnate. Sabrina: “Oh poor Yelan… so caught in our 23 on 1 yuri trap… and so outnumbered.” Her voice was a psychic caress. Fingers hovered