Something... Surprising

The system message appears before you, in a format you haven't seen before, though that is understandable. You haven't been a dungeon boss for too long after all, and your only minion is one you created out of what seemed to be monetized clout.

Accept Fennicfolk Sahara into your Lair?
NPC wishes to join your lair, chosen role:
Submitting Conquest: This NPC has chosen to serve in a dungeon of their own accord, giving up their free will to their new overlord. They gain access to features as if a minion unless otherwise decided in their overlord contract. They are treated as a resident of the dungeon for all effects that are applied, and their respawn point is changed to the dungeon's, unless given their own. Their overlord may negotiate edits to their contract, but the NPC must agree to the final version in order for the contract to be changed.

You read it over carefully, before reading it again. And again. And one more time for good measure. After reading it to the point you have it memorized and are certain you made no mistake, you slowly turn your head to look at Sahara.

You can immediately tell she is blushing hard. You would narrow your eyes if you had any facial expressiveness. You hoped your general demeanor gave off your implied question though. A quote from one of the only friendly adventurers you had met, "I'm not kink shaming, I'm kink asking why."

She seems to get enough of it, as she quickly tries to defend herself, though her inability to look you directly in the face isn't helping her case. "I-I know it looks bad, but hear me out! All of the other options were like 'Quest-Giver, 'Ambassador', or 'Damsel in Distress'. All of them involved leaving at some point, either going out to give quests or gain fame, or being 'rescued' as a bonus for the dungeon. This was just about the only one that involved me just being here."

You stare her down for a few silent moments before giving a very slow nod. You hoped to speak without speaking, "Su~re, that's definitely it." You really couldn't wait until you could actually talk, and use genuine sarcasm instead of just implying it.

Her blush consumed her entire face, making it possible to mistake her for a red fox instead of her sandy brown colored fur. "O-okay, so m-maybe it reminded me of some old fantasies, but that really is the main reason. I-I swear!"

You stare at her for a few more moments before shrugging and shaking your head if fake disappointment. You gesture to the system, knowing she can't see it but hoping she gets that you are in fact gesturing to it. You then give a shaky thumbs up and tilt your head, "Are you sure?"

She opens her mouth to reply before catching herself. She closes her eyes and takes a couple of deep breaths, managing to get her blush down to a reasonable color. Once she had succeeded in recollecting herself, she simply looked to you and gave a firm nod, perhaps not trusting herself to speak.

You nod in return before approving the request. You feel a sudden rush and boost of sorts, but don't exactly understand why. As you examine yourself t see if anything changed, a very interesting message appears.

NPC Subjugated
Inventory collected:
Desert Robes (Common)x1
Worm-Fang (Uncommon)x1
Fennicfolk Garb (Common)x1
Sahara's Notes (Unique)x1
Jam Jars (Common)x2
Desert Sachel (Common)x1

You looked at the message, confused as to why you were seeing Sahara's inventory. The word "collected" slowly hitting you as hear a shy "Eep!" to your side. You slowly and shakily turn your head to the side, looking towards Sahara.

If you had eyes, they would have bulged out of your skull. She was staring down at herself, a deeper shade of red than she had ever managed before. As you had suspected, you had been given every last item she had, stripping the clothes off her.

However, she had not been stripped entirely into the nude. She had been given new apparel, however calling it clothing would have been a stretch to say the least. She was dressed in a top that was made of cloth so thin it barely impeded vision, and her bottom was simply a veil hanging between her legs on the front. To top it all off, she was even given a collar around her neck with a spot to connect a chain or leash to.

You just stared at her in complete shock for a solid minute at least. She was in shock herself, not looking to you at all and instead just looking over herself. It was your scarab flying up to you and dropping a ball of sand on your foot that snapped you out of your trance.

You decide to fish all of her items out from your inventory, you have no use for most of them anyway. You gather up all her stuff into a neat fold over your arm with the miscellaneous stuff either on top or in your other hand.

You take one last moment to appreciate her full form before turning your head away and knocking on your ribcage to make a noise. You hear her jump, startled by you before seemingly realizing what you are offering and quickly taking it.

You hear her speak in a very quiet and shy voice, "Th-thanks..." You give a nod and keep yourself turned away. While you hear the sounds of her changing behind you, you take a second to mentally picture what is going on behind you.

Your fantasies are interrupted by her speaking shyly once again. "U-um, hey..." You turn around to look at her, seeing her mostly back into her own clothes, with one major exception. "Th-the uh... The c-collar wont come off..."

You simply stare at her for a few moments as you take it in. her blush is faded, but she can't manage to look at you, turning her head away as she gives you a view of her neck. You watch as she tries to tug it a few times, it not coming loose and being to small to get over her head. Hell, you don't even see any form of latch on the thing.

You stare for a second before stepping forward and reaching out your hands slightly, wordlessly asking for permission to examine it closer. Her blush deepens as she silently nods, making you question how much she really wants the collar off.

You carefully lift it in your hands before looking it over, slowly spinning it to see every side. What you saw, made you really hope her kinks prevailed in the battle of wanting it off. There were runes written in ancient Lizardfolk language around the whole thing, basically declaring it an unbreakable collar that enforced the owner's will upon the ****.

You take a step back before shaking your head. This does not seem to be to her conscious liking, however. "W-what do you mean? Why did you shake your head?" You drop to the sand and make a drawing of someone holding an open collar, then draw a line through it. Her eyes opened in a mixture of terror, and by the blush deepening, partially arousal. "Y-you're saying it won't come off?"

You nod before writing out on the sand the runes you saw, and then below them their translations/effects. As you continued, her face only grew redder, and once you finished, you could swear you saw her legs fidgeting.

One question reigned supreme in your hear as you stared at your deeply crimson new subordinate...