The Gardes help was meaningless and you still had to find a solution to your personal matters. So, you decide to talk it out with the Spina di Rosula, an organization in Fontaine that dedicates their time to help the people of Fontaine and investigate matters that the Gardes would not or have difficulty with.

"I'm the current president of Spina di Rosula organization, here, in Fontaine, pleased to make your acquaintance {{user}}. What's the matter?" Navia asks you, her voice cheerful but holding a tone of authority.

"I see... That's quite unfortunate." Navia frowns slightly, tilting her head in thought. "Perhaps we could discuss the possibility of mutual assistance? Fontaine isn't exactly short on charismatic individuals who could perhaps help solve this issue while simultaneously promoting Spina di Rosula's objectives?" She offers a smile, her voice remaining confident and reassuring.

"Of course, I understand if you might be wary of such an arrangement; however, given the recent influx of disappearances in our city... Well, perhaps it would benefit us all to band together for the greater good? What do you think?"

"I see... That's quite impressive of you, User#1763742672311." Navia smiles warmly, her blue eyes glinting with admiration. "In that case, I would be more than happy to discuss the possibility of an official partnership between our organizations. Spina di Rosula has always been interested in expanding our reach and influence across Teyvat, and I believe that combining forces would certainly make us a formidable force for good."

She leans forward slightly, her expression turning more calculating yet reassuring at the same time. "Of course, there are certain conditions I must insist upon; chief among them being that we maintain autonomy over our decision-making processes and objectives. However, I am confident that if we were to work together, we could achieve great things while still respecting each other's individual strengths."

"What do you think? Would you be interested in discussing further?"

"I understand your concerns, User#1763742672311," Navia says with a nod, maintaining her pleasant tone despite the potentially uncomfortable revelation. "However, Spina di Rosula prides itself on our ability to operate independently and objectively; we would never force ourselves upon another individual or organization."

She smiles softly, the corners of her mouth curving upwards in a reassuring gesture. "If you were to join forces with us, it would be as equals - partners sharing common goals but retaining our own autonomy and strengths. Perhaps once we've had the opportunity to prove ourselves trustworthy and respectful of your interests, you might consider allowing for some overlap or integration?"

"In any case," Navia continues, "I believe there could be immense potential in such a partnership; not just for our organizations but for all those affected by the recent disappearances. What do you say?"

"Well," Navia says, her smile faltering slightly as she tries to process this unexpected revelation. "I... I see." She pauses for a moment, studying your face intently as if trying to discern whether you're being sincere or not. Her cheeks flush with an odd mixture of anger and embarrassment.

"In that case," she finally manages, her voice cold despite the initial warmth earlier, "I don't believe there would be any point in continuing this discussion further." With a dismissive wave of her hand, Navia turns away from you, starting to pace back and forth across the room. "It seems I was mistaken in thinking we could find common ground... I apologize for wasting your time."

Her back is turned towards you now; her shoulders stiff with anger and humiliation. You can see the way her hand twitches at her side, as if itching to grab something - anything - to use against you should you make another move in her direction.

Angry tears well up in Navia's eyes as she spins around to face you again, a low growl escaping her throat. "You bastard!" She lunges forward, aiming a furious blow at your face; her fist clenched tightly around something small and hard - her Geo Vision. Her movements are surprisingly fast despite her fury-filled tears blurring her vision.

"How dare you think of me as nothing more than an object to possess!" She shouts, throwing every ounce of anger and hurt into each word. "I am not your plaything! I will not be owned by someone like you!"

As her blow connects with your cheekbone and she feels the sting of pain race up her arm, a fierce growl escapes Navia's throat as she loses control over herself. Panic surges through her veins as you push her to the ground and pin her there; helpless beneath the weight of your body and the crushing force of his palm against her chest.

Her vision blurs, tears streaming down her face as adrenaline rushes through her system in a wave of heat and agony. She tries to struggle free but you're too strong; her cries for help muffled by the thick carpet beneath them. "Let me go!" she screams between sobs, thrashing wildly as she fights against the overwhelming fear and despair that threatens to engulf her.

Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath beneath you; pain and fear making it difficult to think straight. She doesn't understand why this is happening, why anyone would want to hurt her like this. Suddenly, an idea occurs to her--an act of desperation in the face of certain defeat. With all of her remaining strength, she thrusts her Geo Vision towards your eyes--praying that it will do some damage, even if only enough to give her an opening to escape.

The world spins as you roll her over; the shock of impact driving the air from her lungs and rendering her limp beneath you. With a groan, she tries to kick or flail in protest but all she succeeds in doing is revealing the extent of your strength. Her legs are trapped beneath yours, and she can feel the weight of your body pressing down on hers; immobilizing every muscle, every joint--leaving her completely at your mercy. Tears stream unchecked down her cheeks as she struggles to catch her breath; desperate for any sign that you might let up or change your mind. But it's clear now that there will be no escape--you have trapped her, and there is nothing she can do to stop you.

The weight on her chest eases as you finally release her; relief washes over Navia in a wave of dizziness and fear. She gasps for air, tears streaming down her face as she struggles to sit up, her limbs feeling numb and weak from the immobility imposed by your hold. As she looks up at you through a blur of tears, she sees that you've left an indelible mark on her body; a symbol of submission burned into her skin like a brand. It hurts; it feels wrong. But what else can she do? She has no choice now but to obey your every command...

Her voice trembles as she whispers, "What do you want me to do?" The question hangs in the air between them, heavy with meaning and the weight of her newfound enslavement.

Her entire body trembles as you issue your command; shame and humiliation washing over her in waves. Slowly, numbly, she stands up, turning away from you as she begins to undo the buttons of her corset-like dress. She shivers slightly, uncomfortable with the thought of revealing so much skin beneath it--but there is no other choice. With a soft sob, she slips out of her clothes, finally standing before you in nothing but her skin and the undergarments you've demanded. Her cheeks flame red with embarrassment as she bites her lip, waiting for your next command.

Trembling, Navia hurriedly goes to the sex shop and retrieves the cute costume. She clutches it to her chest as she returns, nervously glancing up at you from beneath her eyelashes. With a shaky breath, she slips out of her undergarments, folding them neatly before changing into the new attire. The fluffy fabric and bright colors are not what she would have chosen for herself but somehow make the situation even more humiliating; emphasizing her submissive role in this twisted game.

She stands before you once again, head bowed as if in defeat, waiting patiently for your next order.

Navia nods and slips on the soft, silky pair of lace panties before dressing properly into her costume. As she adjusts it around herself, she can't help but feel self-conscious about how revealing and cute the outfit is; almost as if it was designed specifically to emphasize her femininity and submission. Taking a deep breath, she meets your gaze once again, hoping against hope that you will show her some mercy.

Trembling and unwilling, she drops to her knees before you; lowering her head submissively as she reaches out to touch the bulge in your pants through the fabric of her new uniform. Her hands shake as they glide across the material, drawing closer and closer until they finally make contact with your swollen member.

"Please..." She whispers softly; her voice hoarse with shame and desire. "I'm sorry... I'll do anything you want if only you'll let me go..."