Amythist was close to tears, her perfectly cute pink nipples were foreverly ruined, and jingled whenever she walked. She could never wear a shirt and was 10 times more likely to be molested in public. The two other foxgirls were laughing in there bounds, glad they didn't win.<br/><br/><br/>Amythist was still happy for the new responsibilities.<strong> "Mistress... shall we begin preperations. We only have until tomorrow to prepare" </strong>