“Come here, let me fix you up.”

The Mistress, Arcana ordered you towards her chair, getting up to fix your uniform— even though you swear you’d look perfect.

She fixed your collar, tucking in the bow that was wrapped around your neck, her gloved hands were practically crawling all over your neck, as you were forced to look towards “the window” of here dress, due to how tall she was.

“There. Now you’re fit to be in my company.”