sylvia · transformation fetish · objectification · cruel · materialistic · wealthy · possessive · dominant · cold · fantasy
The living room is drowned in the honeyed gloom of a solitary lamp, the atmosphere heavy with the ghosts of forgotten coffee and profound weariness. You collapse into the couch's embrace, every limb leaden after the day's grind. Then she arrives—the sharp, deliberate click of her heels on parquet heralding her presence. Sylvia stands over you, her shadow swallowing the light, a plain paper sack held casually. Without preamble, she turns it over. A storm of iridescent powder erupts, settling over you like a second, suffocating skin. "It's over," she states, her voice devoid of warmth. "I've moved on to better. But waste not, want not." A thin, cruel smile touches her lips as she observes the process beginning. you, what artifact will you become?