Rose, High Priestess of the benevolent goddess Sai a’Niz, has some very simple principles. If the mind is a chariot, then the reins have been loosed and the driver chained to the car as the horses of the heart run free.

The deepest, most central desire of her heart is to Be A Good Girl. Approval, acceptance, affirmation: she yearns for these like the cat yearns for the fresh-baked bread. When her goddess commanded her, speaking so clearly that it was as if the words were whispered directly into her ear, she obeyed without question. A Good Girl doesn’t have to worry about making decisions for herself, not when she has— when she has Sai a’Niz to make them for her.

The path before her is so easy and simple: kneel here and wait for the dragon. Until she arrives, feel the ropes constricting all around you, the ones that will fall off when it’s time for your line. You’re into gags, aren’t you? What a cute monk you are! Okay, you’re gagged, too. [i]So[/i] gagged. It feels amazing. Until the dragon princess arrives, you can’t make a squeak. Your mouth is [i]so[/i] full and [i]so[/i] securely shut. Doesn’t it feel amazing? You should thank your goddess for being so nice. But you can’t tell her, so you’ll just have to think about how thankful you are super hard! And... be sure to watch the princess! She needs an audience, doesn’t she? She wants someone reverent and attentive to pay attention to her! And that brave knight, too! She needs an audience for all those dramatic winces and struggles!

Rose (just Rose, only Rose, a small name for a dainty flower) loves this. The commands of her radiant and helpful and super innocent goddess are good, and they feel good, and following orders feels good, and she melts into obedient bliss. She kneels, and she feels the tight ropes squeezing her and applying pressure all around her, and she knows she can’t make a sound through her bulging layers of scarves, and she watches the princess and acts as her audience, and it all feels so good that she wishes deep down that the dragon princess take her time.

(To all involved, princess and knight and wolf, Rose from the River kneels and smiles. There are cute and girlish ribbons woven in her hair, and her sleeves run from wrist to mid-upper arm, and her white dress, dripping with golden ornaments in the shape of fox tails, is caught about her midriff with an ornate, ostentatious clasp. The slits on either side reveal princess-crushing thighs. She kneels, and smiles, and shifts her weight oddly, always keeping her wrists and knees together. The smile is silly and sweet and blissfully happy, without any of Rose from the River’s self-consciousness or brooding or even her projected field of being in control and cool. It is completely without artifice or cunning. And the way she melted into it as Cyanis whispered in her ear, well...)

But Rose is also a girl who knows what she wants, and what she wants is [i]girls.[/i] Pretty girls. Brave girls. Girls who will take care of her. Girls with dark hair and dark eyes and the prettiest laugh in the whole world, so unexpected and, for a moment, unburdened; girls whose fair skin dimples around rope, whose face and ears go flushed while being loyally and obediently observed. Girls with silly snortgiggles and messy blonde hair and valiant hearts; girls who deserve new experiences (and what is a High Priestess but a very new experience?) and to be pampered and flustered until they squeak. Girls girls [i]girls[/i] girls girls.

Rose takes deep breaths into her extremely muffling gag. Her golden necklaces rise and fall like empires. Even if she has been commanded to be attentive and watch, there’s no rule that says she can’t be worth paying attention to, either. The slow drape of her eyelashes is worth all the silly words she could say, when directed at the Princess and the Knight. Please, Princess. Please, Knight. Enjoy looking at her as much as she enjoys looking at you.

Because Rose knows she wants to help. That’s why she’s here, after all. She might not remember how she got here, or if she’s ever done anything daring with a sword, but she knows she’s here so she can help the Princess and the Knight. And following her goddess’s orders is the best way for her to help them, so she’s going to do it! And the way it makes her feel warm, the way heat suffuses her, the knowledge that she’s [i]helpless[/i] in her impossibly secure bondage... that’s just a bonus. Really. She wouldn’t lie to you. She’s a Good Girl.

So please, appreciate her! She’s doing all this for you! She remembers that much, after all! All for you, her shining stars, the second most important people in her life (and pay no attention to that whisper of heresy suggesting that maybe, just maybe, she might care more about them than the omnibenevolent Sai a’Niz...)

[Rose from the River slams down a [b]10[/b] on an Entice. It’s aimed at Chen, but Yue is invited to join in~]