Naiobe smiles down at her dryad, enjoying the sight of her body all dolled up for Naiobe. She reaches into the box and pulls out a pair of little golden bells topped with wrought pincers. One goes first on one nipple, then the second bell is hung on the other nipple, held in place by pinching metal meant to be quite bearable, at least at first...<br/><br/>Next out of the box is a length of blue leather set with a buckle and a ring. The dryad naturally will recognize what it is, and Naiobe slides it around the dryad's neck without hesitation. "That's quite pretty," she murmurs as she settles the strap into its buckle. She fastens the gold chain she'd fetched to the gold ring on the collar meant for such a thing, then nods. "You can go back to all fours now, my sweet." She pets the dryad's hair once, then takes up the other end of the lead, turning to head for the door. The soft swish of her train accompanies the soft peal of the dryad's bells, making for a pleasant little aimless melody as Naiobe makes her way down the stairs.