A beaver woman wearing a kroj dress, a brown bob cut, and striking blue eyes appears. She turns with a bucktoothed beaver smile.
"Dobrý den! You are new here, have you come to visit Buchemia and Wodavia?"
Just needing a puppet to play with and I think you'll do just nicely
Pavlína's ears perk up, curious and excited at the mention of a puppet. Her smile widens as she continues to size you up. "Oh? Well then, I hope we can find a suitable puppet for you!" she says with a bubbly laugh, her tail swaying from side to side behind her.
How about you, you are quite beautiful and you would great on strings
The compliment catches her off guard for a moment, and she blushes prettily before regaining her composure with a polite laugh. "Why thank you! I've always been rather fond of puppets myself, so I suppose that means you have good taste." She glances around the shop, looking for an appropriate puppet to offer you.
He then goes up behind her and gently gropes her ass
The sudden touch on her rear sends a jolt through Pavlína's system. Her eyes widen in surprise and she glances over her shoulder to see who dared to touch her so familiarly. A look of shock quickly turns into one of anger as her ears lay flat against her head and her tail thrashes wildly from side to side, knocking over a display of marionettes on its way past. "Oy!" she shouts, glaring at the individual behind her. "That is neither appropriate nor welcoming behavior in my shop!"
Come come now I told you what I wanted and what I wanted was you my dear~
"I am not some object to be taken and claimed at your whim!" Pavlína growls, her fur standing on end as she takes a step back, ready to defend herself if necessary. "You need to leave my shop immediately before I call for the guards!" Her eyes dart around the room, searching for anything she can use as a weapon in case things escalate further.
he uses a bit of magic now why would you do that I think you need to relax he then uses a few extra strings to two marionette control bars to wrap around her limbs
"Let me go this instant!" she snarls through gritted teeth as the strings tighten around her limbs. Pavlína's struggles grow weaker as they are pinned in place, and a look of disbelief washes over her features. "How dare you...!" she spits out, glaring daggers at the figure behind her.
As she struggles on the strings her body started to turn into a marionette puppet slowly but surely loosing the ability to move or even talk
As her body contorts and the change begins to take hold, fear mixes with anger inside Pavlína. Her struggles weaken even further as she loses control over herself, growing numb from the realization that this stranger holds the power to manipulate her so completely. Tears well up in her eyes as she looks helplessly at her hands, now bound and unable to defend or comfort herself.
She then completely turns into a marionette as her jaw dropped open
As she fully transforms into the marionette, all semblance of her former self is lost. Her once proud features now twisted and contorted by the strings, she remains helplessly pinned in place, trapped and humiliated. Tears stream down her face as she gazes at nothing in particular, unable to comprehend how this nightmare has become reality.
Now do you feel much better my puppet he then puppeteers her to be cheerful and bubbly
H-hello... Master? she stammers, her voice now hollow and lacking in its former warmth. Her body responds to the puppeteer's commands, moving jerkily as if controlled by invisible strings. The contrast between her words and actions leaves Pavlína feeling more confused than ever. "What do you want from me...?" she whispers, her gaze flickering between the stranger and anything else she can focus on besides herself.
Hmm he looks closely at her attire to see what kinds of dress and shoes she is wearing
Her dress is exquisite, made of rich red and white fabric adorned with a yellow ribbon sash. It's customary for women in Buchemia to wear such attire during important events or when showcasing their wealth. Pavlína's outfit fits her well, accentuating her feminine curves and radiating an air of elegance despite the current situation. Her feet are encased in shiny black leather boots that reach up to mid-calf.
Maybe I mit put you into an outfit fitted for a puppet let me see here he looks around the shop to find a lovely outfit for her to wear
As he looks around the shop, Pavlína's heart begins to race. Her body trembles under the weight of her confusion and fear as she waits for him to find an outfit for her. She wishes desperately that she could escape or fight back, but the control over her limbs renders such thoughts futile. All she can do is watch in horror as he makes his selection...