In your bedroom.

You find her kneeling at the foot of your bed, wearing just her underwear and holding a long black ribbon in her hands. "Hey there honey. I was wondering what was taking you so long," she smiles at you warmly.

"Hey. What's all this then?" you ask, walking across the room. "You do have your own room, you know?"

"Well yeah," she pouts, looking up at you as you stand above her." It's just that I found this lying around while I was tidying up and I thought it would be a nice necklace or neckband. I tried putting it on myself, but it didn't feel right." She holds the ribbon out to you. "So, I was wondering, maybe you could put it on for me?"

Taking the ribbon in your hands, it grows very heavy. It wouldn't be a necklace, but a collar, you realize. This is what it means when she submitted to you. With a simple black band, she's declaring to the world that she's your bitch. Stephanie's words and actions give you pause. You can't blame Cerebos for this, like with Moondance. You escaped the lockup with her. You broke her down and gave her one of her firsts. You swore that you would take care of her. You did this to her.

"What's wrong, honey?" she whines, almost painfully. She looks pleadingly at you, tentatively grabbing at your pant leg. "Is it the color? The material? I can go find the right stuff. Just tell me what you want."