The mother is next

"She could sure need some changes as well!" The girl says and exchanges another sharp glare with her mother while you step in behind her. Then the blushing slowly returns to her face though, as soon as you've retrieved the necklace, and you can see her reluctantly turning her eyes to the floor again. She doesn't say anything more, but you can see her glancing longingly at the collar in your hand as she steps away from the mirror.

"Well..." The older woman just stares perplexed at her teenage daughter, then eventually look down to the necklace as you reach it out to her. "I... I guess it's just fair if I try it, at least..."

"Yes, I think you're right." You nod sensibly at her decision, then step behind her to help putting it on.

"I... can't say I feel any different..." She grumbles as she looks at herself in the mirror, and you can tell she's both repulsed and just a little intrigued by the sight of her tidy self in something as degrading as a dog collar. It's a little strange though, how she showed a lot less of the first sort while seeing her own daughter in one.

"You sure?" You ask her, smiling as you consider how to phrase your command to her. "I wish you did, and also showed a lot more respect to other people!"

"What was that...?!" She turns and glares at you, but you can see the fire faltering inside of her even as she speaks. "I most certainly wouldn't... treat anyone..." Her voice trails off even more as she seems to reach some sort of realization to her own self. "I... I mean... I'd never, actually... treat anyone..."

"No, I think you're done with that part now." You tell her softly, making both her and her daughter just stare at you as you pat her on the head. "I wish you were a lot more compliant too, and understanding that you need to make up for what you've ever done to other people."

"Ah, y-yes..." She agrees, glancing guiltily at her daughter and then looking down to her feet. "I... I know I've always been such a bad mother..."

"H-how are you doing that...?" The girl slips up to your side, looking at you and then at her mother. She's looking a little frightened, but also curious and impressed. "It's... It's the collar, isn't it...?"

"Yes, it is." You confess with a shrugg. You're not sure how you'd ever get yourself out of this if she'd suddenly run away and start screaming for help, but then again you've already figured she might not be doing something like that. She's much too shy to run around screaming, especially as it would make a complete fool of her if her theory proved wrong, and secondly she's also already much too intrigued to try and stop it right away. "I'm just testing it for the first time right now. Would you care to assist me...?"