Brown eyes closed as the eyeshadow brush approached. She didn't need to see in a mirror to know that the usual goldenrod eye shadow was taking its usual place, and that mascara and false eyelashes would come next, followed by a little foundation to cover a bruise from 'punishment' that was already fading, and then some lipstick that would only slightly darken her naturally rosy lips. The brushes and smearing against her face ended, and she opened her eyes to wait for the rest. The weight on her eyelids left them half-closed as she waited for the glue to dry, and the man who kept her, Councilman Crow, slowly brushed her hair and used product to eliminate static before he tied a hairband into her hair and stripped away her nightclothes. She stood, arms and legs spread so he could pick her outfit, and then moved with him to allow him to dress her unimpeded. She hadn't dressed herself in several years, thanks to a 'short' break from missions. After a few moments, Crow stepped in front of her and cupped one breast, then sighed. "Your chest is growing too much, and you're getting too tall, but it can't be helped." The touch felt hot and exciting, but she knew all the man was thinking of was how tiny she had been when he first took her under wing. Rare curtsied as he took his hand away, and remained that way. "Always, my dear." He smiled and cupped her chin. He inspected her face for several moments, then smiled. "You can't help how your body grows, and you are still very beautiful." She gave a nod, but didn't rise. Not yet. "Rise. Let me check your collar, and we'll go to the Council's meeting room. You have a mission today." His already squinty eyes narrowed as his lips stretched into a closed grin. Another nod, and she stood up straight and lifted her chin slightly, and the man ran a hand along the grey collar for a moment. "Today we'll do leather." He undid the clasp, tightening the silk ribbon momentarily. She closed her eyes, and in her little shoes, she curled her toes. The collar released, and he placed a new one in its place, this one heavier. He tightened it, and she felt her mouth open for air as he secured the pin and then stepped away. It felt tight, but she could breathe still, and as long as she kept good posture, it wouldn't get in her way too badly. "The enchantment is in place, so if it's too tight, tell me now." She tugged at it a moment to get her point across. He watched a few moments, and his hands found their way to her neck again. The leather tightened and momentarily dug into her flesh, and then loosened. "Better?" Rare signed 'Thank you.' He began to lead the way, and she snatched her gloves from a nearby vanity and pulled them onto her hands. The white constraints to her hands felt more secure than leaving them bare, since he did not leave her knife and harness in their place on her thigh. In the chill of the Council's chamber, her too-short skirt felt like it had been selected to display her underwear the moment a breeze picked up. She felt eyes on her: perverse gazes among the hooded and black-clad figures of the Council as one particularly round and long-winded member explained her duty was to find a phoenix and investigate its threat level against the humans of a tower-city. She was to act the part of a courtesan to a baron who was an ally to the Council, and her story was that she was brought from a city far away, and she did not speak because she did not know the local language. It seemed simple enough to her, until Crow approached and shoved a vial into her mouth and pinched her nose. She drank obediently, though it tasted like a man's socks boiled into tea, and was so thick it felt difficult to swallow. She managed, and her mouth popped open for breath. Crow inspected her tongue by pulling it out, then released her nose. "Good girl." He cooed as he stroked her face and led her to a side room where the portal stood before her, the other side hidden in darkness. She took a deep breath and quickly brushed any dust from herself before she released her held breath and stepped forward, ready to perform her duty for her masters. Subtly, she raised a middle finger as she passed through, and heard Crow choke on his spit. Between one step and the next, she arrived.