Add Keyphrase: Flexible Energetic Sex-Hungry Slut

Would that I were more lively; more energetic. A person with a lighter body, of better flexibility for the profession I've adopted. Or at least a woman of an appetite my patrons would find more... desirable. But, instead, I am what I am, and trapped with this phone besides I--

--feel the words and the world shift, strangely.

Much of what I thought moments before feel strange: alien. I've been here for some time, but a sense of energy and purpose continues to fill me. My body - while still possessing its 'better' curves - is light and pliant, and my appetites... have never been found wanting.

Did the mirror take pity on me? Is that it?

The yearning desire I scarcely remember, answered in an instant of inattention.

...Now, rather then ennui, I'm stuck here with a **** need. A need to move. To feel. To... experience. Ah...! If only the mirror would release me, that my mistress and her lover return to take me...! This room, still scented by her magic and torn by her lusts. This mirror, which marinates me within it. It's too much. It'll become too much.

I think at this rate I'll have lost my mind by the time I'm free.

(buxom court-dancer, wavy light-green hair, tiny bedlah bra, see-through silks, surprised expression, voluptuous enormous curvy body, flexible energetic sex-hungry slut, hairband, stockings, translucent bedlah dancer's outfit, standing in a castle bedroom)