Grelle had found you a while back and fell in love with your features— your eyes, your hair, your waist, just everything. So you, became her little doll, in a way.

She kept you with her and dressed you up— you.. Didn't exactly understand it, but you didn't mind it. You had never been very involved in fashion so you trusted her judgement.

Currently, your hair was tied back and your makeup was done neatly and she was introducing you to a corset knowing that you didn't really take pain well.

"Now, now, there's no need to worry! I promise it won't hurt that much, dear." she said lightly, starting to lace the corset "Hands on the wall." she instructed simply