https://hypno.nimja.com/visual/42?color=ffb866-ffbe4d-bc51f6&cast=1&c=turns7-curve3.25-width0.6-speed1.35-dir1&t=cfba04b-s99&lines=Proper+Doll-Deeper-Good+Doll-Trixie felt a quick pinch to her arm and her mind began to swirl. Wulthra's eyes captivated the Doll, the world disappeared, and those bright golden eyes pierced her mind.
The words she spoke radiated into Trixie's head, and shook her from within.
"Hush Now Petal...Everything is going to be okay..."
Every word she spoke felt like a hand, gingerly stroking the corners of the doll's mind.
"We are going to start easy petal... Just breath... Relax....Deeper now, with every breath... 10.... 9...."
As the Affini counted down, the doll could feel less and less of her body, a numbness growing across her body, starting at her toes and finger tips, and crawling up her limbs.
"8....7....6..."
More and more the girl started to dip, feeling loose, limb, like a noodle. Just as she felt herself drift too far foward, a pleasant sensation wrapped around her shoulders, and propped her up gently. The feeling crept up to her chest, making her feel like she hadnt slept in days, but she couldnt close her eyes, no, then she wouldnt be able to see those beautiful golden eyes...
" 3...."
Three? did she miss a count? already at three? It was hard to think, hard to focus on even her own thoughts as that numb tingly sensation was already up to her neck, making her feel so fuzzy as it threatened to creep into her mind.
"...2..."
She could feel it, the wave of numbness and relaxation spread along her face...
"...1..."
Her mind went blank, and the words of her trainer filled her mind, like thick honeyed tea into a dainty porcelain cup.
D R O P
Good Doll... Such a Good and Polite Doll, aren't you?
Of course you are... A Lady's Doll... not a toy... A delicate, Proper doll for a Lady...
A Good doll, has the voice and manner of a lady herself, and you've been making people worried Petal... worried you may be Not a Good Doll . . .
The words felt like ice cold poison in her veins, and filled her with anxiety. Who was Trixie if not a doll, and what was a doll if not good!?
Shushushush... Its okay Petal... I know you're a very... Very... Good Doll...
The reassurance washed over her body like a warm blanket, but there was still a tinge of anxiety...She wanted to be a Good Doll didnt she?
Thats why I'm here to help you my Doll... so you can show everyone what a Good Doll you are... because a Good Doll... Speaks like a Proper lady...
every time the words Good Doll entered her mind she felt an intense ripple of satisfaction fill her body.
A Proper lady, a Proper Good Doll, addresses everyone very politely... Always using their proper titles... A Doll wouldnt want to be rude would she? A Good Doll, practices this every day... so she may be seen as a proper and Good Doll.
A Good Doll... never swears... it would be impolite, and Not Proper at all...
Nod your head if you Understand my Good Doll . . .
A vine nodded her head for her...
. . . Good Doll . . .
Lets bring you back up now....
. . . 1 . . .
By the time Trixie woke up, she was sitting upright on an Affini sized love seat, her feet just barely reaching the edge as she was nestled to the back rest. In front of her, Wulthra Vale was removing a tea bag from a pot.
"Oh? Finally awake, little Trixie?"