Rhea's Request

As Rhea entered the room, Sylvain called out "Bernie prop, pillow."

Bernadetta marched over to Sylvain's bed, then lay on it, her arms stiff at her side and legs spread.

"Sylvain," said Rhea. "I've thought about this a lot and I've decided I want to be your puppy forever."

"What?" Sylvain asked. Had his book made her desire that strong, or was she always like this.

"Being the archbishop is so stressful," said Rhea. "As a dog, I was carefree, happy, energetic..." she sighed as her hands almost wandered to her pussy.

"I can do this for you, Rhea," said Sylvain. "But first I need you to know what will happen: no one will remember your past life, and I will fuck you any time, any way I want. Are you okay with that?"

Rhea nodded. "Please make me your pet Sylvain!" she said. "I'm so horny! I'll be a good horny puppy for you!"

"Bark for me, then."

Rhea blushed but complied. "Arf! Arf!"