Tiara ---> Pierced Face

In the end, I decide to keep playing and remove the last visible piece of royalty in her highness. I replace 'Tiara' with 'Pierced Face.'

The world seizes, camera feed shuttering and lagging as if processing a great change. I feel like some sort of paradigm has shifted, somehow. But it evens out shortly, and things progress as normal.

The cottage walls lose their paint and plaster, becoming smooth hardwood planks. The ceiling lamp is replaced with a lantern, and the bed sinks into the floor and vanishes from sight while the arched window loses its flare, becoming more mundane and square.

Arma shifts posture again, left leg rising up while her right knee remains on the ground - much like she had at the beginning of all this, but... the impression she gives off could hardly be more different.

Arma's gloves recede from her hands entirely and become detached latex sleeves with buttoned cuffs. The hand holding her whip leans against her raised knee while her free hand slides forward onto the interior of her thigh. The whip itself straightens out and thins until it seems more like a switch.

Her leotard shrinks and shifts until it's become a somewhat risuqe two-piece bikini and her collar gains studs along its length. A necklace bearing a black ring hangs itself from her neck beneath her collar as matching ear-rings dangle from her pointed ears, which are then pieced twice more by a black stud and gauge.

Arma's hair, wild and untamed, cuts itself lopsidedly short, although it is held in a very loose braid on one side. The tiara, naturally, is nowhere to be seen and Arma tilts her head forward with a maelific smirk, horns curving inward toward each other.

Arma looks like she stepped out of a pink rock cover album. Fitting for a demoness, I suppose. If you were to put this Arma into a room with her original self, I wonder what would happen? Nothing amiable, I'm sure.

I've few keywords left I haven't changed - mostly her hair and posture - but I'm still a little concerned about her disposition toward me. I could write something in to fix that, or work it into one of the other phrases maybe... but I could just be overthinking things, and exit safely.

What to do...

(summoned-demoness, pink hair, braided hair, confident smirk, tilted head, one hand forward, kneeling forward on one knee, latex suit, slave bikini, pierced face, holding a whip, inside a cottage bedroom)