Ribbons and Bells

She looks almost perfect but you really want to make sure everyone gets a chance to see your little masterpiece. Sure a naked woman strapped to a horse on a major thoroughfare isn’t exactly going to go unnoticed, but midmorning isn’t necessarily a high traffic time of day and you’d really like to maximize Evellyn’s exposure. You ponder the problem for what subjectively feels like a few seconds before dashing off.

You make a couple stops to procure everything you need and then return to the stable with an armload of colorful ribbons from which hang shiny silver and brass bells of various sizes. The small ones get threaded into Evellyn’s hair; slightly larger ones are tied dangling from her limbs. You drape a wreath of sleigh-bells over the horse’s neck and place a smaller version around Evellyn’s, fastening it tight into a makeshift choker. For yourself you procured a large handbell from a town crier who was about to announce a new tax on imported sorghum or something similarly tedious. The final touch is two delicate bells of polished brass affixed to Evellyn’s nipples with thin, bright red strips of silk.

Another appraisal of your work leaves you deeply, profoundly satisfied. Beyond their sonic utility the gleaming bells and brightly colored add a feminine touch to the tableau that you hadn’t even realized was missing. Evellyn may be a mighty warrior, and she may also be a humiliated victim of your powers and perversion, but she is also a pretty young woman and that deserves highlighting as well.

With a satisfied grin you shift your perceptions back into the normal flow of time.