A skintight latex-like outfit

Over the padding, a thin layer of something like latex wrapped around Quinn, forming a skintight crop top, stockings, and gloves. It was all very kinky-looking, and didn't include shoes, but it was strangely breathable.

Eyes wide, Quinn tried to avoid doing anything that might anger the flower.

"Why so skittish, dear Quinn?" The name when said by the flower seemed to tug at their soul again each time. "You look delightful in your new clothes," it cooed. Quinn continued to stare at theirself, down at their diaper in particular, rather than anywhere else.

"You must not try to take them off yourself. In fact, you cant," The plant creature continued, "If you need anything to be removed, you must ask someone to do it for you, including your diaper. I do have a toilet fit for a human, but not all places will and not all fairfolk will have the time or desire to assist you."

"O-okay," Quinn replied, taking it all in.

"And in case this needs to be said, Quinn," the flower leans in, invoking Quinn's name and tugging at their spirit again, "Do not give your name to anyone else. Other fae will not ask unless they're seeking to challenge me. Fairfolk should refer to you only as mine. Other pets musn't know your name either, so use some other thing that bears no resemblance to your true name."

"U-understood, master," Quinn answered, then the flower stepped back.

"Good, now I have some business to attend to in the silver branches before I can spend more time with you," the flower stated, before seeming to disappear into the leaves of some ivy, leaving Quinn alone.