From the very start, their autonomy was violently stripped bare. They were taken and held down and beaten to submission-enslaved and collared and owned. Years upon years drag, time wasted in the confinement of normalized abuse. They solemnly accepte...
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Eclipse doesn't wait long, in the steamy and warm bathroom, before they see you entering once more. The bag Roxanne got securely in hand.
"Hi," you smile as if you hadn't been here a minute ago.
Regardless of that, it has the other smiling as well. "Hi."
Putting the bag on the floor, you grab at their towel and start to gently but efficiently drying them fully. From their arms to their feet and lastly their neck and face, the edge of the soft towel kissing their cheeks.
With that done, you take out the clothing Roxy had gotten and paused for a second, blinking.
The first to note is the material: faux fur, gray in color, coats the outside—soft and shiny. You recognize patterns that lined the fur in a darker shade. It is patterned over the back and then fades back to gray on the front. The inside appears to be cotton and is a white color.
You grab the hood, noting the resemblance of cat ears that makes your lips quirk into a smile. Taking the thing fully out of the bag, you realize it's a jumpsuit. Loose fitting (or more like oversized) with a zipper going down the middle.
