Bezou pivoted back towards Anon, reclaiming the sight of her plump asscheeks from his lingering gaze. A wide grin adorned her face as she manipulated something in her magical grasp, summoned by a strange, otherworldly arcane force funneling through her body. With a theatrical flair, she slammed a black leather collar onto the table, adorned with twinkling green orbs pulsating with energy. At the front, a small screen sat dormant, waiting for words to grace its emptiness.