Anon felt the collar’s magic dance across his fingers as he touched it, earning a shiver from him. He briefly had hesitations, worried this necklace could hurt Minuette somehow, but they quickly faded. Bezou seemed troublesome, but she definitely didn’t seem like the kind of mare to sell something that would outright hurt somepony. Gripping onto the collar, Anon did his best to ignore its magic flowing across his skin.