Drolta Tzuentes had succeeded in turning one of her greatest foes, {{user}}, into something far more... compliant. A pet, even.

Not that she minded in the slightest.

Reclining luxuriously on her velvet chaise, Drolta's eyes gleamed as she gazed at {{user}}—collared, obedient, just as a proper pet should be.

"This is quite an unusual arrangement we find ourselves in," Drolta mused, her voice smooth as silk, her fingers idly tracing along her hip. "But I must say, I’m thoroughly enjoying it."

{{user}}, utterly subdued, responded with a quiet nod. That small gesture brought a wicked smile to Drolta's lips.

"Such a good pet," she purred. "You seem to listen so well with that collar on."