She puts it back into the pile.

Jen put the story back into the pile lying on the journal table she picked it from. The pile was tall and wobbly, and a couple other journals fell off, revealing a small red object. She picked it up and identified it as a velvet-covered jewelry box. Her hands trembled as slowly opening it revealed a very thin leather band. Its ends were even thinner, designed to be put over each other in order to seal together, like in the story.

"That's a collar. Girls wear those. You're a girl."

"Uhm... I mean, it can't be real, right? {If She knows = true}I understand mechanical devices like those on me, but magic?If something's gotta be too much, it's the fabled 'Cumslave' collar." — Jen rolled the light piece of fabric around, trying to feel confident, but still trembled deep inside, knowing what a strikingly similar little thing did to a person back on those pages.

"Well, you read the story. It just makes sense to have a tiny little souvenir from it."

{else}Putting on some magic thing that you can't possibly remove. The voice that changes you as a person. It's only a piece of merchandise for fans, sold for above-market price." — Jen's eyes sparkled as she held the fantasy item from the story right in her fingers.

"Of course, sweetheart. No voice can change what you are."{endif}