"And what better way to educate you than with a field you already know, to take you right back to the drawing board. Your new boss has deemed you lacking Amber, and in desperate need of re-training."

One book on the shelf became lit with golden light, pulling itself out of its confines and floating along into Amber's hands; Katrina bit her lip at how hot the sight of the supervisor's body remaining doll-like, but her hands rising by puppet strings of golden light shining on her forearms to receive the book. Head lolling down, Amber seemed lost to the world, gaze sinking into a floor she stood firmly upon, until the book opened and the edges of the places, laced in yellow energy framed the border of her attention. A new phrase left Katrina's lips as she only had realized they just moved to say something.

-=I^N<D<<O|C/\T*R-I_N_A<T-E>

Watching Amber's eyes move across the open pages, she could tell that words or visuals were popping up at different places, perhaps random in placement and abridged in message, but it all changed as the light shined all over her face and took her into a re-training space.

The golden light went away around Amber, replaced by the sunlight shining into the Arwood library. Everything down to her clothes resembled the first day of employment.

"Hello Amber, welcome to your retraining," a tutoring voice in her head spoke. "Do you know what a librarian's function is?"

Amber stared amongst the student body, thankful they couldn't hear the same voice and didn't know only she could hear it, balancing the nervousness of looking crazy and screwing up over the curtain or veil pulled over her senses. In the auditorium of her mind, everyone else was in the audience, never aware they were waiting for a show, while Amber stayed backstage, the insistent guidance of Katrina's thralling voice was her only company.

"It's to document, collate, categorize, and maintain records kept within a depository of books and materials," the voice handily supplied the answer Amber had yet to give. Some part of her expected to be scolded for not even answering, keenly aware of her unguarded ego, but she was treated with compassion for her mistake, something the old Amber was never taught before or after she was given any measure of power. Acting on an unspoken initiative, Amber moved around the library to begin to assume her duties.

"Very good, Amber," Katrina's praise sent tingles across every muscle moving to fulfill its purpose. In the span of a few minutes, or possibly several shifts, checked-out books and other materials were put back into place, records were cleanly kept, and the library was looked pristine.

"That's so wonderful, Amber. You preformed your duties well. But do you think your duties are that of a librarian?"

The pride Amber felt weakened in the middle of the university library, feeling like she'd done everything she was supposed to, but hollowed in the sense that that wasn't enough. The voice asked the question she took too literally, afraid of the answer she let Katrina utter.

"You are merely a trainee, Amber, and the position of librarian has already been filled by me of course. The only position you may aspire to from your lowly stature is that of librarian's assistant, and that requires a test. Are you ready to be tested?" 

Warm shivers turned cold down Amber's spine as she was presented with a fateful aptitude exam. A slight nod was her only answer, and the voice disappeared from her head, only to show up at her side from Katrina's smiling face. 

"Alright, then let's try some teleplay, where I'll be a patron looking to donate an important collection of information, and it's your job to meticulously determine where it belongs in the library. And as that patron, I believe my donation would best be kept here..." Katrina led Amber into the stacks, away from prying eyes. So nervous about her exam, it totally escaped the trainee's attention that the facade of the day-lit library lapsed to the midnight library of the ceiling world again. 

"So for our role-play, in building an addition to the library is not that different from building a structure. Think of what goes into the struts, where hard, unbendable steel was once a golden, molten substance." The gold from the book crept across her skin like liquid steel, filling the space where it could solidify.

"The patron could ask, 'tell me where my commands belong,' and you could show me."

As if speaking to the gold more than Amber herself, energy flowed from the book flowed in waves across her forearms, biceps, shoulders, sinking into her torso, trailing her nervous system all the way down to her feet. It was a heavy sensation that oddly made Amber pleasantly light-headed.

"Excellent, they belong exactly there, where you move with purpose to comply; you'll act on my orders before you even get a chance to think about them. And if the patron asks 'tell me, where can I find your most erogenous of zones...'"

A whining gasp escaped quieted lips as the energy moved to highlight her chest, neck and crotch, with golden hands teasing pleasure centers, only to also shift to a sensitive tummy, under her armpits, and at the soles of her feet. Helpless giggling couldn't be held back as the light in her crotch only got brighter. Katrina had never heard of someone with a tickle fetish, but the laughter seemed contagious as Amber was worked up more and more. Floating above the ground, cradled in the power, she nearly curled up into a ball as the arousal built up, nearly to a zenith. Giggling and moans turned to tears as the golden fingers knew how to leave Amber just at the edge, and slow their movements to keep her there.

"Wow, a power fetish, and a tickle fetish...in the same person. For you amber that seems very...off. I think you would be much more in-harmony with yourself if you could dedicate your energies to one or the other."

-<M<>E=T_A\\M|O<R\|P=H|O<<S<E||

Gratified eyes watched as a portion of the energy from the book shifted to the trainee's head, sinking into a deep part of the cerebral make-up. Amber struggled against it without understanding why, primally aware of a deep part of herself forced to change. Energies from her other erogenous zones, the ticklish parts, connected in her body until cerebral portion flashed a blinding gold for a second, and Amber devolved into uproarious laughter that filled the silent chamber.

"Outstanding, Amber, you've categorized where those belong perfectly, and made proper adjustments so the seed of your arousal will never be contaminated with falsities like you in power. And lastly, 'where do your thoughts belong...'"

The various pockets of golden-yellow filtered up to her mind, highlighting symbols across her whole body before arriving at her head where her eyes took on the same color. Everything to Katrina's eyes showed the energy circularly-cycling in her brain, until started to flow back into arms and into the book she held. Pages and pages of symbols filled many pages, while the brainless Amber stood still, a puppet totally separated from even the idea of strings.

"I am the librarian." Katrina declared, watching the energy flow from the book back into her, glowing symbols on her face lighting up.

"You are the librarian," Amber emptily agreed.

"You are the librarian...slave," Katrina qualified the true title of Amber's new position.

"I am the librarian slave."

"Your pleasure is dependent on obedience."

More giggles erupted as Amber spoke on command. "My...hahh..pleasure is de-hahaha-pendet on obedienc-haha."

"As above, so below..." Katrina's face shined in symbols too, looking up to see their real-world avatars.

"As above, so below." Both women felt the connection to whom they in their above-selves.

Katrina took a deep breath as she drew a considerable amount of energy from the tome to utter one more phrase.

/|C|O-N_-S<U>>M-A==T/E\\

Everything spoke between them, and everything else communicated through the energy felt...finalized, full understandings absorbed by Amber, and by Katrina understanding Amber's place in this shadowy world. With the hand unattached to the tome, Katrina's hand formed the shape of a book held, before bringing her fingers together. Amber's book shut, and with it her formed vanished, the remainder of her residing in the book.