The bracelets snapped on with a clasp and sparkle of magic, fusing together so that they could never be removed.  Arx went over to reach down to Katrina, to gently pet her hair and brush it back.  "Good girl, Katrina.  Good girl."  He looked down to his newest acquisition as the anklets flew over, the magic working to bind her the rest of the way.  Although they had no obvious effect, one could only imagine what they did.  "Would you like to be a good slave as well?  Would you like to even earn a name as Katrina has?"