She will... for a price

"Your jewelry," Silvia says coldly as she drinks in the sight of Pooky's soft, wide frame. "Give it to me."

"All of it?" Pooky asks nervously, even as she subconsciously squeezes her thighs and curls her toes. "B-but I'm the Matron. I can't be seen without it."

"I'm a sorceress and you're my prisoner," Silvia says, tickling Pooky's sensitive belly again. "Unless you want me to keep going..."

"HAHAHA! NOOO! OKAY! HAHAHAA! TAKE IT! TAKE IT ALLLLLLLLL!" Pooky wails as she desperately tries to keep from wetting her bed.

"No," Silvia says as she stops and smiles. She's been on the receiving end of this too many times to count. She knows what to do and say to really humiliate someone. "You're going to take them off yourself. One at a time."

Pooky blushes and nods. Her hands moving towards their first target.