The magic became too much for Minuette. The mantras, commands, and dark arcane influence on her mind was simply overwhelming and with one final, immense pulse of magic from the collar…she felt it. The last vestiges of her logic, of her free will, were sundered as all her thoughts were now consumed by submission. Her purpose in life had never been more clear, more evident, and an intense wave of bliss washed over her as a smile split her muzzle. 