"As the princess..." said Machia, rolling her fingers around the remote, focused on getting the motion so smooth that your head is pulled in one uninterrupted motion. "... demands~! While you were thinking I was looking through your location history. There's one luxury cake shop in the Lhotse Strand building that you've stopped outside a couple of times and not gone into. Well, I am flush with prize money, and if you can get through the coffee I'll have something to celebrate."

She yawned and stretched as she walked out to the street with you. "You know, someone else might have gotten jealous that thing was sending all that marketing information to someone that isn't me," said Machia. She was in that state again - when she was focused on her work, she talked more honestly and openly than she ever did otherwise. Right now her fixation was entirely on your neck and how it interacted with her remote. She was constantly experimenting with it, how the bridle fought against your muscles and how it changed your balance. She was quickly learning how to pull in longer, slower and smoother motions rather than the sudden jerks. "But that someone would have been ill prepared. I went through some paperwork to classify you as my personal biomedical experiment. Paid some fees. Did all the digital consent signatures with your phone just now. So good news! Now I am now the only person allowed to legally spy on you."

She had changed her approach to the bridle. Now she was trying to use her remote to anticipate the normal movement of your head, to make you look both ways before crossing the street, watching the movement of your eyes and turning your head for you at the same time you would have done so naturally. Sometimes she still pulled you up hard, such as when she decided that she needed to stop you before a traffic light.

"That does mean that legally you require my written permission to go out on your own," she hmmed thoughtfully. She turned your head, gently but firmly, to look at her. Her labcoat had one sleeve black with a line of bright yellow hazard stripes, her eyes were a deep magenta, her hair was a mess. "But I won't be a stickler for that. You can make good decisions on your own, can't you~?"

She nodded for you.