Give her a makeover

Since being slapped around isn't a big deal to her, you decide something more in the vein of humiliation is in order. You leave the cell and go to your hired help, telling them what you'd like to have done.

The process takes a few weeks, but after it's complete you quite like the result. Her tan is darker and complete, which is easy the see through the handful of sheer scraps of silk she's been given to wear. There's a series of ornamental chains circling and crossing over her body, but a more functional pair connects shackles on her wrists to a large sturdy ring that circles her waist. The chains are barely more than a foot long, severely limiting her reach.

In addition to restraining her arms, the metal belt serves as a stronger, longer lasting copy of the collar that nullifies her magic. The amount of suppression has been dialed back slightly, leaving a faint red glow about her hair. Since then she's tried to break free on a few occasions, but when she tries to manifest her power the glow fades, serving as both a warning sign and a reason to punish her. Finding a way of doing so was difficult for the help, as they knew you wanted her in good condition for the unveiling, but they seemed to figure out something.

Your assistant leads the woman in by a leash attached to her collar. She's walked into the room where you wait, a comfortable leisure space where you wait alone. You sit at the center of a large curved couch that partly encircles the space around a raised platform. The woman is led up the steps that make up the stage's outer edge until she stands at the center. Your assistant unhooks the leash and backs away to the side to give you an unobscured view. Her eyes sweep over the room as she avoids eye contact. Her eyes trace the scarlet curtain with gold engravings, sharing the same colors as the couch it hangs behind.

Her head cocks as your assistant has started the music. It's a simple rhythm of chimes and drums. You stay quiet a while, giving her time to gather what you expect on her own. When she fails to act accordingly, you give her the order outright.

"Dance"

She stays still, staring towards the floor in front of the platform. You wait a while, but she stays still. You nod to your assistant, who snaps a whip at her back, rattling the chains along the back of her body. She winches a little, but doesn't move more than a flinch.

Passive resistance seems to be her approach she's taken, at least she she doesn't feel she has a chance to break free. She follows where the leash pulls her, but that's about as much compliance you're able to get out of her. You decide not to escalate the physical punishment, since she's never really shown signs of being too moved by it. Instead you have another idea in mind.