Scarlet is punished for her failures. Rufus made her parade half naked through the executive floors.
Scarlet entered Rufus Shinra’s office with the weight of failure pressing on her shoulders like a thousand tons of steel. The vast executive chamber on the top floor, cold and impersonal, was bathed in dim light filtered through the towering windows. The long shadows stretching across the floor seemed to mock her, stretching toward her like accusations.
She stood in the iconic red evening dress that had for years been a banner of her influence—a gown tailored for political galas and boardroom dominance, a garment that whispered confidence and power.
Rufus was already standing behind his desk, hands clasped behind his back, posture rigid. His eyes were fixed on her with icy intensity. There was no need for pleasantries; their relationship was strictly business, and today, business had failed. Her mission had left Shinra exposed and weakened in the public eye—an unforgivable sin in Rufus’s new regime.
“Scarlet,” he said, his tone smooth but glacial, “you know why you’re here.”
She nodded once, sharply. Words would not save her now.
Rufus began pacing slowly behind the desk, not out of restlessness but of control. Measured movements, exact steps. He wasn’t just angry—he was calculating. Measuring consequences. Considering punishments. The kind of reaction his father might have turned into a grumble and a grudge, Rufus turned into cold, strategic retribution.
“You wore that red dress to symbolize our strength,” he said finally, voice low and even. “To show the world Shinra’s luxury. Our dominance. Our precision. And yet now—after your failure—it's become a mockery. A costume of a crumbled illusion.”
Scarlet remained still, spine straight, expression unreadable. But inside, a cold knot tightened in her chest.
“You are not worthy of it anymore” he said simply.
The command hung in the air like a blade suspended by a thread.
Her breath hitched—but only once. A flicker of hesitation crossed her eyes. Not from fear of exposure, not even from shame — Scarlet had long mastered her emotions. But from understanding. She recognized the message in Rufus’s words, the punishment beneath the command. It was about stripping her of power, of prestige, of everything her carefully cultivated image had stood for. That dress wasn’t just clothing—it was a uniform of victory. And today, she had lost the right to wear it.
Shin-ra was her life and she was infinitely loyal to the corporation. Also because disobedience ment she might loose all the resources, all the power and her luxury lifestyle was at stake.
She didn’t move immediately. Her hands remained at her sides, fingers slightly curled. A pause. The kind of pause that in another room, another world, would have been defiance. But here? It was the silence before submission.
She bowed her head slightly, her hands reaching behind her to the zipper. The motion was slow, mechanical. She could feel the fabric loosen, expensive silk sliding down her frame like a feather.
Rufus observed her with tension. As her dress slipped past her shoulders and down her arms, her huge and full breasts sprung free from the restraints of her dress.
Her nipples immediately hardened from cold air and goosebumps covered her breasts.
At this moment, Rufus faltered. Only for a fraction of a second. But she saw it.
He hadn’t known she wasn’t wearing a bra.
The realization flickered through his gaze, just for a heartbeat. He had expected obedience, perhaps bitterness, but not this exact vulnerability. Yet the stakes were too high to allow shock. He schooled his expression instantly, forcing his thoughts into cold order. No hesitation. No weakness. The room had no place for it.
And Scarlet—she noticed. She saw the twitch in his gaze, the tension in his jaw that vanished a second later. She felt it like a blade grazing her skin. But she made no comment. No flinch. She stood with arms folded in front of her, her gaze steady, her body trembling only inside, where no one could see.
She was humiliated. Her pride had been peeled away as surely as the dress at her feet. Her failure had cost her more than she could have anticipated. Yet she held herself upright, chin high. If this was to be her reckoning, she would meet it with silence.
Rufus stepped closer, expression once again unreadable. His voice, when he finally spoke again, was devoid of pity.
The air in Rufus Shinra’s office was thick with the tension that only the truly powerful knew how to create. Scarlet stood in the center of the room, her eyes fixed ahead, but her mind was a swirl of thoughts. She had always prided herself on her control, her grace, her ability to navigate Shinra’s dangerous corporate landscape without losing a step. But now, after her failure, all of that seemed meaningless.
Her red dress—once a symbol of her power, her influence—now lay discarded on the floor, the fabric crumpled and lifeless, a stark reminder of what she had lost. Rufus had stripped her of that symbol, of that power, and in doing so, he had reduced her to something almost unrecognizable. But Scarlet knew better than to let her emotions show.
She was standing before him, topless, exposed. Her huge breasts swaying from her heavy breaths. Her sheer black panties left nothing to imagination, her cleanly shaved and plump pussy was clearly visible.
Rufus stood across from her, his gaze calculating. Some part of him marveling at her exsuisite form, at her full breasts and her glamorous pussy.
“Bring me a cup of coffee. Black.” he said coolly.
The command was simple, yet the weight of it felt like a thousand tons. She knew exactly what he was doing. This wasn’t about the coffee. It was about submission. It was about loyalty. Rufus was testing her, testing how far she would go to prove her worth, her obedience to Shinra.
Scarlet’s heart beat a little faster. She had been at the top of the food chain for so long. She had wielded her power with precision and confidence. But now? She had nothing but her pride—and even that was a fragile thing. She could feel it slipping away as she stood there, knowing what was expected of her.
The break floor would be crowded. There would be eyes watching, executives, staff, all those who had once seen her as an untouchable force. Now, they would see her walk through the halls like a subordinate, carrying out a menial task. Her mind rebelled against the idea. *This is beneath me*, she thought. *I am more than this*.
But she knew that she had no choice. Disobeying Rufus would mean the end of everything she had worked for. Her wealth. Her influence. The luxury lifestyle she had grown accustomed to—it would all vanish.
Scarlet hesitated for only a moment, but it felt like an eternity. Her pride screamed in protest, but the reality of the situation was undeniable. She was no longer the untouchable executive she had once been. Rufus had seen to that, and this was his reminder of just how much power he held over her.
She exhaled, her chest tightening with a mix of frustration and resolve. Her gaze flicked briefly down to the discarded dress and her breasts.
She also remembered her choice of panties today and realized that not much would change if she didnt wear them at all, so revealing they were.
But she couldn’t afford to show weakness. She couldn’t let anyone see that she was affected. Not now. Not ever.
“Yes, sir,” she said, her voice steady despite the storm raging inside her.
Rufus didn’t reply. He didn’t need to. The order had been given, and she had accepted it, silently pledging her loyalty to Shinra once more, even if it meant sacrificing her pride.
Scarlet turned on her heel, every step deliberate. For a split second Rufus glanced at her backside with her generous buttocks, the huge globes separated only by a thin strip of her black panties.
She made her way to the door, feeling the weight of the eyes that would follow her down the hall. She was fully aware of the implications. She wasn’t just going to fetch coffee. She was proving herself. Again. She was showing Rufus—and everyone else—that she would endure anything to maintain her position in Shinra. The humiliation, the degradation—it didn’t matter. She would rise from it.
But she wouldn’t forget. This was a test, and she knew it.
As the elevator doors closed behind her, she took a deep breath. It would be a long walk downstairs. She would pass the executives, the staff, the eyes that once admired her. Now, they would see her as something different.
But Scarlet had never been one to back down. If this was a game, she would play it. If this was a test, she would pass it. And when the time came, when Rufus thought he had broken her, she would make her move.
The game was far from over.
Scarlet’s heels clicked sharply against the polished floors of the Shinra building, each step a rhythmic reminder of the humiliation she was enduring. Her exosed heavy breasts swayed and jiggled mesmerizingly from each step.
The elevator ride down felt longer than usual, her body reflection in the mirrored walls of the lift was a marvel. She almost felt sorry for parading this exquisite piece in front of lower tier executives. Her eyes slid down to between her legs as she again realized that she is almost completely naked.
The floor she was heading to was always busy—filled with bustling employees and high-ranking executives huddled around coffee machines, chatting about numbers, weapons, and boardroom politics.
But as Scarlet entered, a strange hush fell over the room.
The eyes of her colleagues tracked her every move. The subtle shift in the air was unmistakable. They recognized the change—something was different about her. She wasn’t the confident, commanding presence they had known. It was more than just her naked breasts and her pussy that clearly visible through her sheer panties. It was the sense that she had been humbled, brought low in a way that made her almost human in their eyes.
There was a tension in the room that hadn’t been there before. Conversations stuttered to a halt as the executives watched her pass. Some averted their gazes, uncomfortable with the sight of their once-powerful superior walking almost naked among them, but others—particularly the younger staff—watched with a certain quiet curiosity.
When she finally arrived back at Rufus’s office, she found him standing by the large window, looking out over the city, his profile sharp against the skyline. He didn’t turn as she entered, but the subtle shift in his posture told her he knew exactly when she had crossed the threshold. She placed the coffee on his desk carefully, not daring to look him in the eye yet.
Rufus turned slowly, as if savoring the moment. His gaze fell on her, but there was no hint of approval, no hint of mercy in his eyes. He simply nodded toward the floor where her dress lay discarded.
“You may take the dress for now,” he said, his voice low and composed, a stark contrast to the storm of emotions that raged inside her.
For a moment, Scarlet stood frozen, her body still taut with tension. The command was clear. He was releasing her—allowing her to reclaim a sliver of her dignity. It wasn’t much, but it was enough. She was allowed to put the dress back on.
She didn’t wait any longer. Without a word, she moved to retrieve her gown, her fingers trembling slightly as she lifted it from the floor. The fabric, which had once felt like a shield, now felt like a heavy reminder of everything she had lost and everything she had to regain.
As she slid the dress back over her shoulders, she felt the weight of it settle against her skin. It was familiar—comfortable, even. A symbol of her place within Shinra, her status, her power.
But this time, it felt different. Not as a victory, but as something to be earned anew. She wasn’t the same woman who had left this room minutes ago. She had been tested, pushed to the edge, and yet here she was, still standing.
Scarlet met Rufus’s gaze for the first time since she had walked in. Her eyes were steady, her face calm—no sign of the turmoil that had churned inside her only moments ago.
“Thank you, sir,” she said, her voice measured. The words were simple, but beneath them was the full weight of everything she had endured. Her relief was palpable—though it didn’t show.
Rufus’s expression was unreadable as he nodded. "You may leave now. And remember, Scarlet — loyalty is tested at every turn."
With that, he turned his attention back to the window, signaling the end of their interaction. But Scarlet knew this wasn’t the end of the game — only a small piece of it.