"Why can't I change back…" Bennett muttered under her breath.
Click.
She froze. Her head snapped toward the bathroom door.
Standing there was Olivia, draped in a striking red gown that hugged her figure, her hands wrapped in delicate black netted gloves.
Her fiery hair was tied high into a ponytail, cascading down her back, and those crimson eyes gleamed with mischievous delight.
"Come out, dear," Olivia purred, voice warm yet commanding. "Since you've washed yourself, I've prepared breakfast for you, with my own hands."
Bennett stormed toward her with a huff, fists clenched tight, cheeks burning with flustered frustration.
"Why can't I change back into my male form? What did you do to me?"
Olivia tilted her head slightly, then folded her arms beneath her chest, the faintest smile curving her lips.
"I don't like that form," she said sweetly with a calm face. "It corrupts your soul… and I won't let anything taint such beauty."
