[She makes the most plaintive, frustrated whimpers as Illya teases her. She didn't want any of this! Or so she thought... the more Illya tells her what to think, how to feel, the more it all seems to become true.]
P-Please...
[She hears herself speak before she can even think of the words.]
I'll do anything...
[She's not very good at begging. If Illya wants to see her really humiliate herself, she'll have to give further instruction.]
no subject
P-Please...
[She hears herself speak before she can even think of the words.]
I'll do anything...
[She's not very good at begging. If Illya wants to see her really humiliate herself, she'll have to give further instruction.]