(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/clothilde_zps6d8b32de.jpg)<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=214873.msg10589509#msg10589509">Quote from: Panthean on 13-10-2014, 01:10:33</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The ring finding its way to Alex's fingers was interesting. She watched it and smiled, nodding along. "I definitely like this ring," she said, holding out her hand and looking at it. "But I don't want to give people the wrong impression." She took it off, and put it back on on her middle finger. After that, Alex plopped back onto the couch, and looked around. "I think I know a good place to start with this whole servitude thing," she said. "The room is kind of a mess now. Since you're my little slave angel now, why don't you be a dear and clean up for me." As she spoke, she pointed around the room at the mess that she had made with the summoning--the paper, the markers, and everything else. "And fix the broken stuff if you're able, too. And when you're done with that, I want you to snuggle up with me while we watch TV."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Clothilde looked around the room. It was messy. But that could be handled. After all, she was an otherworldly being with divine (well semi-sorta divine) powers. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and then hummed out a little tune as she raised her hand and waved. The room suddenly brightened and with another of those fwip sounds, a bunch of feathers emanated from Alex's right ankle swept across the room, and somehow magnetically took all the various junk and detritus with it. The items that needed to stay found there way to their proper place, and the stuff that didn't ended up in the garbage can. Even the broken items were arighted and restored to functionality.<br/><br/>With a grandiose gesture and a "Ta-Da," Clothilde presented the room in immaculate order. "I hope you are satisfied Mistress. Now we can snuggle and watch this TV of which you speak." And indeed all was just as Alex had left it - except for one thing. Alex's left pant leg up to her knee had gone<em>missing</em>.