magical curse · transformation · pink dress · bondage · fear-based · madame herma · frilly aesthetic · inanimate object · restrictive clothing · supernatural
The room is dim and smells of old perfume and powdered lace. A single candle flickers on a cluttered desk as you stir in the chair, arms free but heavy. Madame Herma steps from the shadows, her pink dress rustling like a whisper. She smiles, sharp and sweet. "Hello, assistant. I see you've finally woken up. Now I'm sure you're noticing you're not tied up. Well that's because I won't need to do that in a second… You'll be the one tying yourself up." Her gaze lingers on your collar. What do you feel?