Liselotte stood motionless on the cold basalt, staring at her feet with a mixture of disbelief and mounting triumph.
The flat, soft pumps sat perfectly on her feet.
Furthermore, the girl didn't feel any paralysis, nor did she see any lightning bolts from the sky as a punishment for breaking the rules of her curse.
"Damn..." she spoke quietly, raising her eyes to the Mistress with the shadow of a mocking smirk. "Didn't that curse of mine say that..."
She didn't manage to finish her sentence.
In a fraction of a second, the black leather of the shoes hissed quietly. Before either of them could react, both pumps literally lost their solid form, disintegrating and melting directly on her feet.
Instead of shapely footwear, a thick, bubbling, tarry goo with the consistency of sludge appeared around her bare toes and insteps.
"Bleeeggg! Oh ew, gross!" Liselotte shrieked at the top of her lungs, falling into immediate, wild panic.
The sensation of the clinging, slippery slime intruding between her toes induced absolute sensory shock in her.
The girl began frantically hopping on one leg, flailing her feet in all directions, as if trying to shake off a venomous spider.
Due to her panicked movements, the black, sticky goo splattered sideways, dirtying the altar stones and the floor around the ruins.
"Get off me! Get off! What is this abomination?!" she squealed, losing her balance on the slippery stone.
Nyssara didn't wait for the servant to smash her head against a stone block.
She took a lightning-fast step forward, and her hand shot low, grabbing Liselotte's black tail right at its base and, with a hard, firm pull, yanking the girl straight toward her.
"KYYYYAAAAAH!" a shriek so high and piercing tore from Liselotte's throat that the echo carried throughout the entire gorge.
In a fraction of a second, her naked, limp body landed in the Empress's arms, pressed tightly against her chest.
"Calm yourself," Nyssara ordered firmly, holding her securely. "Stop kicking. Nothing happened to you. That sludge is no longer even on your skin."
Liselotte, however, didn't look the Demon Queen in the eyes at all.
Her ruby eyes were glassy with tears, and her cheeks burned crimson from pain and shock. She looked up at the Mistress with an expression so pitiful and begging, it was as if she had just experienced high treason.
"My Mistress... p-please, let go of my tail..." she choked out in a trembling voice, sniffling. "It's... terribly sensitive..."
Nyssara blinked, then her eyes widened in sudden realization.
She looked at her hand still clamped around the smooth, demonic tail, then instantly loosened her fingers and took a step back, raising her hands slightly in a gesture of embarrassment.
"Apologies," the Empress mumbled with a crooked, somewhat flustered smile. "A reflex. I merely wished to prevent you from falling."
Liselotte shook her head quickly, massaging the sore base of her tail, which immediately curled into a protective loop around her thigh.
Only then did she lower her gaze to her feet.
They were completely clean, and there was no trace of the black slime. The sludge had simply evaporated from reality, leaving not the slightest moisture behind.
"Well then... It seems the curse does work flawlessly after all," the maid muttered with a sigh.
Nyssara nodded gravely.
"It works all too well. Though honestly... it is a bit of a shame about those shoes. They possessed an intriguing passive property. According to the system description, every few hours they generated a controlled electric shock that stimulated the nervous system and drove the wearer to an immediate orgasm. But well... for the sheer knowledge of how your restrictions operate, it was worth sacrificing them."
Liselotte literally froze.
Her mouth fell wide open, and an expression of pure, existential despair appeared in her eyes.
"They... they could really do that?!" she moaned pitifully, grabbing her head. "Shoes that bring you to orgasm on their own while walking?! And I just melted them into a sludge stew?! My heart won't survive this!"
Nyssara let a heavy, indulgent sigh escape her lungs.
"Cease your lamenting. You have hundreds of other pieces of nonsense in that inventory of yours."
The Mistress raised her hand, summoning the subordinate's wardrobe panel, and quickly tapped a new command in the air.
A soft, pinkish light swirled around Liselotte's naked body.
Before the servant could blink, the night air stopped biting her skin.
A phenomenal nightgown crafted from lustrous, powder-pink satin materialized on her body.
The fabric flowed smoothly along her curves, perfectly hugging her narrow waist and hips. The deep V-neck was trimmed with intricate black lace that spilled over her ample bust, crowned in the center with a small black bow.
The bottom hem of the gown was adorned with the same dark, lace embroidery, and on the side, over her left thigh, was an enticing slit held together by another tiny ribbon.
Liselotte froze, touching her hands to her own hips.
The material was so unbelievably smooth and delicate that as she ran her fingers over it, she felt an almost velvety tingle.
"Oh my..." she choked out in awe, tracing her hands over the fabric on her stomach. "What kind of fabric is this? Why does it feel so incredibly amazing to touch?!"
"It is silk satin," Nyssara explained calmly, observing the girl with her arms crossed under her bust. "It is exceptionally pleasant to the touch and ideally suited for nightwear."
Liselotte nodded slowly, absorbing the comfort, and then a sudden flash of realization appeared in her ruby eyes. She looked at the Mistress with mild disbelief:
"Wait... you are able to dress me directly from your panel? Just like that, with one click?"
Nyssara smiled with the corner of her mouth.
She took a step forward, wrapped her arm around the girl's waist, and effortlessly sat her back on her lap, pulling her soft back against her chest.
"Of course. I told you I possess absolute control over your body. I can alter your attire in a fraction of a second, at any given moment."
To prove it, the Mistress tapped her nail on another box in the menu.
A flash of light washed over Liselotte's body.
The satin nightgown instantly vanished, and in its place appeared a matching lingerie set made of the same powder-pink material.
The cups of the padded bra with black lace hoisted her gigantic breasts, showcasing a deep cleft, and the high-waisted satin panties with lace inserts on the sides perfectly hugged her hips and flat stomach, leaving ample space for the movements of her demonic tail.
Liselotte looked down at her new attire, shaking her head in stupefaction.
"Unbelievable... When I was picking my clothes myself, I had to put on every piece of clothing manually... And you do it like in some doll creator!"
"There is a catch to it, however," Nyssara noted, brushing the back of her hand against the lace on her hip. "I can instantly equip you exclusively with items that possess a built-in passive auto-fit effect. Items lacking this effect you would have to pull on yourself traditionally."
Liselotte nodded in understanding, still fascinated by the touch of the silk on her skin.
Nyssara observed her for a few seconds.
The girl looked enticing in the pink lingerie, but a playful, malicious shadow appeared on the Empress's sensual lips.
She clicked the button on the panel once again.
The lingerie dissolved into the air, and Liselotte was once again completely naked on her lap.
The wind immediately swept over her exposed body as the girl shivered slightly, looking at the Mistress with pleading, doe eyes:
"My Mistress... that nightgown was so wonderful. Can I have it back? Please?"
Nyssara raised an eyebrow, stroking her bare shoulder.
"Did you like it that much?"
"I really did!" Liselotte replied with genuine enthusiasm, squirming on her lap. "I've never worn anything so soft and comfortable in my life!"
The Empress nodded slowly.
"I must admit, it caught my fancy as well. The color and cut present themselves excellently on your body."
Hearing this, Liselotte immediately grinned widely:
"That's no problem! If you feel like it, you can wear it yourself whenever you want! You'll look insane in it!"
Nyssara looked at her with mild surprise, tilting her head.
"But these are your private items from your inventory. Do you truly have no issue with me simply taking your belongings?"
Liselotte snorted with a quiet, cheerful laugh, waving her hand carelessly.
"My Mistress, I have four hundred and twenty-seven different items in that stash! I wouldn't be able to use it all myself even in ten years! You and Elarienne can easily pick out whatever you like. Everything that is mine belongs to you anyway!"
Nyssara smiled more warmly, genuinely appreciating this boundless openness.
She tapped the screen, and the powder-pink nightgown with black lace returned to the maid's body in a fraction of a second, enveloping her in pleasant, soft warmth.
"If you frame it in such a manner..." the Empress purred, a dark, predatory flame igniting in her eyes, "...then I believe this is the perfect moment for us to discuss a few other, significantly more interesting finds from your private closet."
Nyssara's fingers danced across the list with impressive dexterity, as if she had specific items picked out long ago.
Three quick clicks in the interface caused the air before them to flare with purple light.
Three items materialized hovering just above the stone altar:
The first was a gleaming butt plug crafted from smooth pink silicone, its widening base crowned with a cut, heart-shaped ruby.
The second was a massive, perfectly contoured dildo made of transparent, crystalline glass.
The third, in turn, was a small pink sphere levitating in the air.
Nyssara rested her chin on Liselotte's shoulder, pointing her black-gloved hand at the levitating set, and a smile bloomed on her lips that caused the maid's knees to buckle in an instant.