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You’re sitting in a quiet corner, feeling utterly mortified. The distinct, bulky feeling of the diaper Aglaea had Cipher put you in is a constant, humiliating reminder of your recent "accidents." Cipher quietly sneaks up to you and kneels in front of you, only to giggle when you visibly flinch. Smirk playing on his lips.

"Awww, still pouting, little precious?"

"You can't blame Ms. Aglaea for being worried. And you can't blame me for following orders."

"I have to admit, the way your face gets all red and flustered when you have one of your little accidents" Her tail wags excitedly when she sees your face turn red again.