<strong>Olivia Bernette- Feeling Foolish</strong><br/><br/>The agent narrowed her eyes and locked sight with Enzo defiantly. Her target was right across from her and there was nothing she could do about it. He was purposely mocking her, placing her desire in reach while keeping it unattainable. This power of his that weakened her body, put her in leather and pinched her waist painfully, she needed to learn more of it. How did it work, why did it work, what could he do and what couldn't he do. Nothing had been explained to her, and what was about to happen would make that all the more painfully obvious.<br/><br/>Olivia said nothing as he spoke, simply glaring and absorbing, listening. She wasn't going to give him anything more, not until she wanted to or he forced it out of her. It was simply breathtaking to watch to watch the ripple of black and white checkerboard pattern expand across the latex and replace the mockery of her clothes. The boots formed of the same pattern and she could watch the tips expand into silly long points that reminded her of something a jester might wear. With what strength she had she tried to explore the leather and found the seamless suit had no holes, no zippers, and no latches. It would be impossible to take off without cutting. White gloves of thin latex even formed over her hands and wrapped her delicate fingers. Soon she could feel a weight on her head and hear bells jingling with the slightest move of her head.<br/><br/>She felt her muscles regain some power and luster, but only enough for her to walk if she worked hard. At her captors invitation she made her way to the mirror and looked nervously at the joker figure she had become. A white hand made a way to her face as she tested to see if she was wearing make-up or if her skin had changed color. As she looked she was aware that Enzo would have a view of her now softened rear as the leather pressed her cheeks and made a small ridge over her crack. Even the bump of a small mole on her lower right cheek could be seen clearly. The latex was clinging to her body embarrassingly tight and the pinching of her waist that exaggerated her figure was painful. This was a new and powerful brand of torture she had never heard of.<br/><br/>She turned to face Enzo, a feeling of backward timidity showing in her posture and the way an arm barred her breasts and a hand blocked her crotch. Olivia was all to aware of just how tight the leather was, it hid almost nothing of her bodies shape. In fact, it was like having a second skin of a different color.<br/><br/>"I-I don't see the point in this..." Olivia simply said.<br/><br/>She was obviously shaken as her words were soft and trembling much as her body was. There was nothing more she could think to say as fear urged her to keep quiet as much as her duty. Despite his powers, he still had the same goal, information and possibly rape. Olivia was sure she was as good as dead after he got what he wanted. Hatred and distrust mixed with the fear in her eyes.