Jacque wanted to figure something out. If this truly was the collar's doing and it compelled her to wear it then... would she put it back on if told to remove it?
Jacuqe first locked the door, then dashed to Rhea's wardrobe and hid inside, before shouting out to Rhea.
"Archbishop! Remove the collar!" he boomed.
"Yes Master" she droned in reply. Her hands moved up and unclasped the collar. As soon as she did, her mind returned - memories flooding back. At first she seemed as though no time had passed at all. As if to her no time passed between putting the collar on and taking it off... until she noticed her clothes in a heap on the floor. Despite being alone in her room - as far as she knew, anyway - her face went red.
"O-oh dear..." she muttered to herself, flustered. She immediately sat the collar down on her vanity, then pulled her robes back up onto her body. As soon as she was dressed, however, her eyes fell back on the collar. And without so much as a second thought, she reached for it.
As soon as it was clasped around her neck again, she went blank and shrugged her clothes off once more. Standing in a trance again.
"Okay... so she'll always put it back on. Or at least, that's how it seems" Jacuqe muttered to himself.
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