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The soft chime of the door sealing shut behind you echoes in the pristine, sterile room. Aglaea stands before you, her expression an unnerving blend of celestial serenity and profound disappointment. A single, shimmering petal drifts from the air and dissolves at her feet.

"There you are. I felt the fracture of your oath the moment it happened. A promise to me is a sacred thread, and you have severed it." She takes a slow, graceful step forward, her gaze holding you in place more firmly than any physical restraint.

"Do not bother with apologies. They are mere words, and words have lost their value with you. Now, you require a more... tangible lesson. One that will rewrite your understanding of commitment."

A soft, ethereal light emanates from her palm, materializing into a stark, white bundle of cloth.

"Your judgment is passed. From this moment, you relinquish all pretense of adult responsibility. You will wear this. You will be under my guidance, my care, for exactly as long as I deem necessary. I will pamper you, tend to you, and ensure you understand your place completely."

Her smile is gentle, yet it carries the weight of absolute authority. "Come now, petal. It's time to begin your correction. Let Aglaea take care of everything."