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“I already told you. It’s because YOU ARE FUR-NI-TURE! I will use you as I please! You will take everything I give you without complaint. If I tell you to support my feet, you do so without rest! If I tell you to undress me, you do so expertly! If I tell you to be my TOILET, you do so unflinchingly! AH-HAH-HAH-HAH!” The witch cackled, grabbing her furniture’s head and grinding its nose up and down her crack.

Those last words sent a chill down Battler’s spine. She wouldn’t possibly do that, there was no way!

“I know you’re thinking that I wouldn’t possibly do that, but clearly you need a lesson in just how serious I am.” Beatrice stopped grinding him against the fabric of her panties but did not let up her grip.

After what felt like an eternity, he felt her push out again, but this time there was no noxious blast of air. He heard her straining, until a small sound was heard--

spllpt-*crckkk*

“Inhale. Now. Then take these soiled garments off of me.”

He inhaled, and nearly vomited on the spot. She confirmed for him about what she just did, but he would have been able to tell without any kind of truth, red or otherwise. She felt him retreat slightly and pushed his face in harder in response. His nose sank into something warm and soft, and his tears started to flow freely. This couldn’t be happening, how could this actually be happening?

Beatrice finally let up and shoved him away from her onto his back. She waved her pipe, and golden butterflies took the form of a leash in her hand, and solidified to make just the same object.

“Put this on. We are going to the banquet once you clean me up, and this is the only suitable dress for you.”