The stranger lands in their office chair with a sigh and instructs Amelia to close the door, which the girl does obediently while scanning the room with curiosity. It's a fairly regular looking office, an old fashioned chalkboard lining one of the walls tracking the progress of different girls and their training. Amelia finds herself on the board but a snap has her turning back to face owner before she can gleam any information on her progress. Amelia cares about that half as much as she desires another orgasm, stepping close as the stranger unlocks the chastity belt and whistles at her slickness. 

"I've got quite a lot of work to do so I can't make you cum just yet, I'd let you pleasure yourself but then I'd just end up too distracted anyway. Go stand in the corner I'll be over shortly to make your wait more bearable." With another snap, something that has become so normal and expected to Amelia, the girl walks to the corner of the room and fights the urge to masturbate. When the other notices she's about to break, they laugh and push away from their desk, standing up and grabbing a penlight from their shelf. 

"Are you going to put me on standby? Like those dolls we're always passing by the entrance?" The pair who brought her into this in the first place, Amelia thinks with a gulp, imagining herself as mindless and passive as them for hours on end. 

"You're too smart for your own good sometimes, that's exactly what I'm going to do. As a favour to you, of course, I'm happy to just leave you to your own devices for the next few hours." A hand softly closes around Amelia's sex and she lowers onto it with a heavenly sigh, eyes softer and rounder than ever before, a personal record. "Of course you could end up giving yourself relief out of impatience and desperation but... that would be rude, wouldn't it?" 

"I mustn't be rude." Amelia mumbles, staring down at the hand between her legs and wishing it would just see to her here and now. She needs more discipline, clearly, so maybe this standby could be good for her. More training. 

"Good girl, eyes up." Snap. Amelia's eyes flick up instantly, crossing just as quickly when they meet bright, undoing light. For a while the stranger talks and passively, Amelia listens. The virtues of being still and silent are imparted onto her vulnerable and open mind, the stranger using those dolls she's become so used to as an easy comparison as they explain why she wants to be just like them. Amelia starts to agree, realising that with all this mental stress she's been going through this week, perhaps a nice time out could be good for her. A much needed break when her eyes are already so heavy from the lack of sleep. If she had been well rested, could she have resisted Dani? 

Amelia decides to play docile doll-like decoration, standing in the corner of the office wearing nothing but her collar, leash trailing down valley of cleavage and resting by her navel. Distantly she recalls something about journalism and in the next moment she's drooling, a few droplets collapsing onto her chest as her nipples stiffen against the cool air. The girl remains like this for nearly three hours, so passive and docile that she's more or less sleeping on her feet. She had always assumed it would be difficult mentally and tiring physically, but there's something so meditative in this that the hours pass by surprisingly quickly.

"Come here, princess." The stranger snaps their fingers without even looking up from their desk, Amelia still half mindless when she registers the command and approaches. The topside of her right breast is covered in a light sheen of drool, her eyes glassy and distant. "Lap."

The girl drops into her stranger's arms with glee, feeling like she's exactly where she belongs right now. This is such good material, she does not need to be unbiased in her documentation if she herself is the thesis, the transformation will speak for itself. This is true integrity, she feels, wearing smile befitting a princess. Amelia's legs are pushed apart with ease and she giggles lightly, giddy with excitement when the stranger leans back in their chair and she follows.

Fingers push her lips apart, as above so below, Amy sucking on soft leather as a thumb rolls over her clit and makes her head ever lighter. The girl's teeth sink deep into Eden's Apple, juices rolling down her chin and marking her a sinner. 

Every orgasm makes her feel more content, more controlled, more corrupted. Amelia feels owned and thinks she likes it, no longer wanting to worry about what-ifs and find herself tormented with envy. She's loved this collar since the first time she put it on, it gave her a place. "Mm... mmh~" Amy plants a soft kiss on the underside of owner's chin and Amelia gets stuck on the transfer, ready to be wiped away in the oncoming twilight. She's going to be a good girl from now on, it's so much easier that way, so much better. 

If free will is but a social construct, then Amelia's confident stranger is a demolitions expert. 

Seven and Twelve clean her up well, though Amy winces when they scrub over the love-bites given to her by Mistress Danielle. Once again she finds herself in the chastity belt even if she knows she couldn't touch herself if she tried, it would be improper and impolite. The girl smirks wryly at the fact that owner outsourced aftercare to their right hand, but... it's still owner's hand. "So uhm... what's with your names? I-I mean, your name?" Amelia's questions were always confident and direct, she was a daring and challenging girl who felt disconnected from those she spoke to. Amy, on the other hand, feels a kinship with the rest of owner's flock. 

"That's how many days I resisted owner, hehe... I was their final project. First proper slave, to be presented to their master. Oh uhm, not master like that... owner was somebody's apprentice once." The curly haired brunette half runs a brush through Amy's hair, glad to have cleaned the girl up with sud-soaked sponge and fragrant shampoo. Now Amy just waits for her clothes to be brought over, not entirely sure what they'll be. Perhaps she's due a wardrobe change. 

"Seven and Twelve... why not just nineteen? Also ah... I'm impressed that you lasted so long, but if it was their first attempt..."

"Don't be cute, girl." Snaps the dirty blonde portion, filing those messy nails of hers into something more presentable. "I know what I am, it's no big secret. The same way owner will want to keep you aware of what you came from, the clay called Amelia."

The other half chimes in, fluffing up Amy's hair as she speaks. "Owner's master had two other students, they were rivals more than they were friends. The final project was to completely subjugate an individual and present their finished work to master. The rules stipulated they could only take one person, they were still in training after all and if the master did not impose such rules their reckless students might attract too much attention. So owner, deciding they wanted to remove their competition but needing to abide by strict rule, made me into one. The loophole was accepted, though it took some persuading... I remember the two going at it all night while owner instructed me to pass the time getting acquainted with my new body."

"Most people can't make out with themselves, hard not to feel superior, y'know?" 

Amy scratches her head with a bemused grin. "There's a boy I went to high school with who would contest that claim, but... this is great."

"Hm?"

"For my paper... I'm... I'm going to finish it and then, like Dani, I'm going to... well, I'll do as I'm told." The girl sighs longingly, thinking about the week she's had. To think that... if those dolls hadn't been there... 

"There you are." Danielle tugs at Amy's leash, quite literally pulling the poor girl from her thoughts. "Time to get dressed, Amy." Snap.