Testing things with Bernadetta

"Hmm, I know I wrote that I could details to the prop command, and she could act successfully as any prop, but..." Sylvain pondered as he looked over his naked Bernie coat rack. "How far can this go? Let's start with.... Bernie prop, ticking clock."

Bernie snapped from her T pose, launching her clothes about the room as her arms moved about to match the positions of an hour and minute hand. "Tick, tock, tick, tock..." the shut-in archer went in perfect rhythm.

"Huh, neat. I guess it's..." Sylvain watched Bernadetta's arms move for a moment. "... almost 8, then. Now then, since my new puppy will be showing up soon, let's try another one for her. Bernie Prop, squeaky toy."

Bernadetta stopped ticking and put her hands to her side, taking a more relaxed pose. Sylvain walked up to her and squeezed a breast. "Squeak." Confident, Sylvain continued groping the squeaky toy all over, every point giving a 'squeak' to every squeeze.

"Very good." Sylvain nodded, wondering what to try next. "Hmm, maybe something more casual. Oh, that toy i saw in the village the other day. What did the merchant call it... Oh right. Bernie prop, dippy bird." Bernadetta clapped her arms to her side, and bent forward at the waist. After bobbing a bit upon reaching 90 degrees, she leveled out, before returning upright, bobbing about briefly from the waist up before repeating it all again. "This is quite impressive. But, now for a real test. Bernie prop, talking posable mannequin."

"Sylvain!? What's going on with me!?" Bernadetta said in a slight panic, now frozen in an almost 90 degrees position. "I've been doing a lot of impersonation of furiniture and things tonight without meaning to~!" she whined, though Sylvain had not missed the growing wet between her legs with each new prop he'd had her do.

"Oh, I thought you just liked hiding as a stool and other things." sylvain said with as smirk as he bent Bernie into as standing position, before repositioning her legs into a crouching position.

"H-how did you know!? N-no one noticed me when I wanted to avoid scary things!" The purplette said with a flushed face, remembering the times she posed as a statue to avoid Hubert whenever he got near her in the halls.

"Well I did, and I think you enjoy it." Sylvain chuckled as he put Bernadetta's hands into peace signs.

"N-no I'm not! Especially since I can't seem to stop!" Bernie whined in protest as Sylvain put her legs into a crouching split.

"I'm not sure about that. Though I can make you a deal. I won't tell anyone about this, as long as you let me ask you to be a few props now and again." Sylvain said, grinning.

"A-all right." Bernadetta finally said, looking about as she took a breath to steady herself. "Y-you mentioned having a new puppy?" She asked, right before a knock came from the door.

"Sylvain? I'm here." The archbishop said into the room, a shocked expression coming from Bernadetta. right before she could exclaim, however, Sylvain took hold of her mouth and tongue, opening her mouth and having the tongue stuck lolling out.

"Shhh, Bernie. play along and I'll use you as furniture every night. Blink twice if you agree." After Bernie gives a couple blinks, Sylvain opened the door.