Nami was finally left alone, standing in the middle of the room: the hoovs/paws were kind of heavy too, and she was struggling to find the correct balance. As she breathed through the mask's filter, she started to feel weird... floaty. The filter contained something that was making her sleepy and more docile. Of course she couldn't quite piece that togheter.
"You already look lovely, dear. Now stand still, while we apply the final coat of paint on you... hehehe..."
From the ground, a transparent tube started to rise, and shortly after a thicc, purple goo... the same color of her new hood... started filling it, coming from the small holes Nami noticed when she first stepped in the round... platform... ? It was getting pretty hard to stay focused...
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Nami's current stats:
Obedience 96/100: will obey every given command, as long as she believes it comes from her owner;
Intelligence 43/100: still a smart girl, but she likes being treated like a pet and depending on other people;
Lust 95/100: she either would be wearing fethis clothes, or nothing at all;
Corruption 97/100: she thinks being turned in a bondage slave is the best thing ever happened to her;