The utility of your magic becomes apparent.

You gasp in horror at first, "Nealie..." You stammer. "I'm so sorry."

She looks at you curiously, then proceeds. "Do not be, she has not destroyed my limbs yet, they should be in the wardrobe behind you."

You raise a skeptical and concerned eyebrow, and as you turn to the large wooden structure, you fear that you'll find something quite macabre. Summoning your courage, you grasp the crystal knob in your lips. Your porcelain skin clinks as it meets the crystal knob, and you tug on the door. What you find inside isn't what you expected at all. It looks like a collection of oversized doll parts. Not just arms and legs, but eyes, faces, hairstyles, and more are inside. You glance back to Nealie who seems quite accepting of the odd display. Upon closer inspection, it begins to dawn on you. Nealie isn't just human... She's a doll. Some sort of golem created by the demoness. You see the ball joints at her hips, and shoulders, and upon closer inspection find similar joints at her neck. Even her face has a subtle seam that implies you could swap it out for another. The thought chills you.

Nealie, who'd been patiently allowing you to inspect her finally speaks up. "Mistress, What are you waiting for?"

"I don't have arms either!" You stammer. You swing your body back and forth allowing your sleeves to swish by your side.

Nealie just rolls her eyes. "Have you forgotten your spellcraft, Mistress? Isyphenia is turned to stone. Her slaves will be lifeless dolls, easy to command for someone of your abilities!"

You nod your head. "O-of course..." Not quite sure what to do, you leave the room to find such a doll. It isn't long before you're back in the grand foyar. And there, you see a girl in maid attire kneeling and staring straight forward without blinking. As you get closer you realize that she too is a doll like golem, just like Nealie. You look at the carpet in front of her, and realize she must have been cleaning up the soot left from when the demoness, Isyphenia, turned your derringer to ash.

"Uhhh..." You begin. "Stand up!" You boldly declare. Of course the maid remains kneeling. "Dammit!" You curse in your new girly voice. "I need magic. I don't have magic. Dammit Dammit! I didn't even know magic existed until I woke up here." You instinctively try to ball your hands up and hit the wall in frustration, but just shout as you're once again reminded of your predicament. The cocktail of anger and hopelessness threatens to overcome you when you notice something tucked under the arms of the maid... Your spell book.

You kick it from her grasp, then carefully kneel down in front of it. You start to turn the pages with your tongue, just like you did with the tome in the dungeon, and only a few pages in you find what you need. "Command Golem" plain as day. You sigh in relief. You attempt to articulate the incantation and dip into the well of energy, just like you did before. In moments, the maid stands up before you.

"Yes!" you shout, as you stagger to your feet. "Come with me maid! Help me put Nealie's body back together!"

Sure enough, she walks up to your side, and just behind you, and you guide her to the room with your limbless companion. You watch as the maid deliberately and mechanically draws each of Nealie's limbs from the wardrobe, and attaches them to Nealie. They seem to snap in place relatively easily, as if some magnetic **** is reaching out and grabbing them, and within minutes, a re-assembled Nealie is freeing herself from the painful pole attached to her tail bone.

The first thing Nealie does is hold her hand to your cheek. "Porcelain?" She whispers softly, as she feels the smooth firm surface of your skin. You nod, and before she can say anything else, she leans in to sneak a kiss. Your eyes go wide, and she quickly withdraws and looks away bashfully.

"Mistress, may I ask you something?" She begins.

You nod dumbly. "Of course..."

"You're not Arvilla, are you?"

Your mouth hangs open, but ultimately you shake your head. "No... I don't know what happened to her, but my soul was placed in her body before... "

"Before she sacrificed her soul in the ritual." Nealie completes your sentence. You nod, and she sighs in response. "I had hoped..." She begins wistfully, before shaking her head. "No, perhaps Arvilla was never the lady I wanted her to be. But you are here now, and you are my savior and mistress." She titters. "So now it's my turn. Let's put your arms back on."

The pair of you walk, with the maid shadowing you, and Nealie leads you back to the dungeon. As you walk, you try to apologize to Nealie about claiming and dominating her soul, but she simply holds up her hand, and assures you that this situation is much preferable to being the demoness' ****. As the three of you enter the dark room, Nealie goes to the demoness, and kneels before her, she spits some curse under her breath before turning her attention to your severed arms.

She picks them both up, scurries to some chest of unknown items, and withdraws a sack of silver, then returns to you. She sets the items down, and undoes your coat, letting it fall to the ground, and leaving your broken shoulders bare to the world. As you turn your eyes to them, you realize they really do look like broken ceramic. You're curious to find that you're even a bit hollow at the center, with only a half inch thick layer of porcelain skin. Nealie positions your broken arm next to the correct shoulder, then places a coin so that it rests above the break. Then, with a quick incantation, the silver seeps into the crack, binding your arm back to your body. Immediately, control over your arm returns!

"Voila~!" she titters. "A kintsukuroi spell." As she positions the other arm and another silver coin, she continues to speak. "I've had to use it on the dishes in the kitchen plenty of times. Some of the girls are so clumsy when their bodies are first transmuted into dolls." With another incantation, your other arm is similarly healed, and you have full mobility of it. You trace the silver lines with your fingers before Nealie swiftly slips your coat back on your body. "We shouldn't delay long... Others will soon hear of Isyphenia's fall and prey upon this estate like vultures. Do you require anything else before we go?"

Your fingers go to your neck and you nod. "As a matter of fact yes! Can you remove this collar? I couldn't stand being jerked around by this thing."

Nealie's brow furrows as she examines it. "It's enchanted... There's no clasp, and it will be very difficult to cut..."

"But can you do it?"

She sighs. "Yes, but you won't like it..."

"I don't care about that, I just want the collar o-"

The words catch in your throat, as seemingly out of nowhere Nealie produces a sword and sliced it cleanly through the air and your neck. You feel... Well. Nothing, and your vision simply begins to tumble through the air, spinning round and round. The next thing you know, you're vision stabilizes, and you're now at waist level to Nealie. You attempt to shout, to ask what's going on, but no breath moves through your throat. Nealie just laughs. "Do not worry mistress... You asked me to remove the collar, and that's what I'm doing." She fiddles with something beneath your chin, and the next thing you know she holds the lacy choker in front of your face, then tosses it away. You try to speak again, but to no effect.

She turns your head around, and you at last see what you feared. Your headless body stands before you, and your head... You... You're in Nealies gentle grasp. She titters as she positions you back on your body, and places a silver coin in your mouth. "I told you, you would not like it mistress. " Just like with your arms, she chants the spell, and immediately control over your body returns.

You gasp, though you're not even sure if you need air any more, and wryly state. "You're right, I didn't like that." Your hand feels around your neck, and you find the subtle groove of what is undoubtably a shiny silver seam circling your neck.

Nealie just titters and says. "Sorry Mistress..."