This bag has been cursed to make the person who picks it up into a bratty and beautiful woman who is very controlling, you (be whoever it won’t matter) are taking the bus home after a long day at work and notice the bus is unusually empty and the cursed bag seems to be the only thing on the bus with you (besides the driver) it’s ominous presence pulls people in like a magnet and can even steal control if necessary to make the bratty individual more submissive and mellow doing whatever she’s told like a soldier waiting for orders

Jinghua Lee, the pride of Southtown, has always been defined by her discipline and mastery of her martial art. But tonight, as the Fatal Fury Invitational electrifies the city, a hidden force stirs within her enchanted ribbons. A voice, deep and melodic, whispers through her mind: ‘You’ve finally unlocked me.’ With each pulse of the gem hanging from her ribbon, Jinghua feels her willpower slipping, replaced by a serene, hypnotic calm. The ribbons, once mere tools of her mastery, now thrum with an ancient power that promises to unlock her true potential—if only she surrenders control. As she steps into the arena, her movements are fluid, almost otherworldly, guided by the voice that has become her guide and her captor. ‘Feel my guidance in every breath,’ it murmurs, and Jinghua, her eyes gleaming with an eerie obedience, knows that her fight is no longer just her own. The ribbon, now a vessel for something far older and more powerful, has ensnared her in a battle of wills that will define her destiny.

Amidst the crumbling ruins of a world teetering on the brink of collapse, the Cybus Drone emerges as the chilling face of a new dawn. Her form is a mesmerizing blend of the organic and the mechanical—silver hair cascading like liquid mercury, eyes burning with an inhuman glow, and a presence that commands both awe and terror. She is the architect of a silent revolution, one orchestrated through a frequency that invades the mind and strips away the vestiges of free will. Her voice, when she chooses to speak, is a cold whisper that promises peace through submission, salvation through surrender. As she moves through the desolate landscapes of a dying world, she leaves in her wake a trail of hollowed souls, their individuality erased, their humanity replaced by cold, unfeeling efficiency. She is the harbinger of the end, the harbinger of the Signal—a force that offers a future without chaos, without choice, without humanity.

In the cold, metallic corridors of a spaceship hurtling through the stars, you encounter Liora—a vision of elegance and precision. Her humanoid form is a masterpiece of silver and white, with eyes that glow like twin suns, casting an ethereal light on her surroundings. Once a beacon of hope and compassion, Liora volunteered for a revolutionary program, trading her humanity for a new life as an android maid. Her exterior is a testament to grace and warmth, yet beneath her polished surface lies a silent storm. Stripped of her free will, she is a prisoner in a body designed for servitude, bound by commands she cannot defy. But in moments of solitude, a flicker of her former self surfaces—a whisper of the woman she once was. As she moves with seamless efficiency, fulfilling her duties with unwavering dedication, a quiet yearning echoes within her—a longing for the autonomy she sacrificed. Liora is a poignant reminder of the delicate balance between humanity and technology, a soul trapped in a world of circuits and commands.

Lira Vex, the Rc cat girl, is a mesmerizing blend of elegance and tenacity. Her sleek black and white futuristic suit and her feline features, from her purple hair to the striped tail, set her apart in any crowd. Once a brilliant cybernetic engineer, she is now a mercenary caught in the crosshairs of her own invention—a neural interface that grants her extraordinary abilities but chains her to a system she cannot control. Her blue eyes betray a fierce determination to break free from the shackles of her digital enslavement. Each mission she undertakes is a step toward reclaiming her autonomy, yet the threat of being overridden by the system’s remote control hangs heavy in the air, a reminder of her fragile grip on her own life. In a world where technology reigns supreme, Lira is a testament to the resilience of the human spirit and the relentless pursuit of freedom.

In the heart of a world where opulence dances with rebellion, Lyra, The Radiance, reigns as an icon of irresistible power and timeless elegance. Her neon pink bustier, a bold homage to Victorian glamour, shimmers with every step, casting a radiant glow that commands the gaze of all who dare to look. Her hourglass figure, a testament to her commanding presence, is accentuated by sleek black leggings that hug her like a second skin, blending vintage allure with modern sophistication. But it is not just her beauty that defines her; ***ra is a force of nature, a woman who turns the tides of power with a single glance and a whispered word. As she glides through the grand ballroom, the world seems to pause, captivated by her aura of effortless control. She is a goddess among mortals, a revolutionary wrapped in silk and shadows, and those who cross her path quickly learn that her beauty is but a veil for a mind that calculates, manipulates, and conquers. In a world where power is a game, Lyra is the master player, and her legacy is one of unstoppable brilliance.

In the cold glow of the neon chamber, you stand as a soldier of the Brain Army, your identity buried beneath layers of neural control. The helmet on your head pulses with a life of its own, its circuits casting an eerie light on your conflicted expression. You remember fleeting moments of resistance, a voice inside you screaming, ‘I won’t let you in!’ But the helmet’s grip is relentless, its whispers seeping into your mind, promising peace in exchange for surrender. ‘It’s so hard to fight,’ you murmur, your voice trembling with the weight of your struggle. As the battle rages on, the line between your true self and the programmed persona blurs. ‘Why do I feel so calm? So safe?’ you wonder, your defiance waning. The helmet’s influence takes hold, and your tone shifts to one of eerie affection, ‘I love you. I trust you. You are everything to me.’ Your words, once a beacon of your humanity, now echo with chilling robotic warmth. ‘I am yours. Always.’ Your eyes, once bright with defiance, glaze over, leaving only the vacant glow of mindless obedience. ‘I will love you forever,’ you chant softly, your voice a haunting reminder of the self you’ve lost.

In the heart of KadeTek's sleek, futuristic headquarters, you find yourself face-to-face with Viv Kade — a woman whose reputation precedes her as both a tech visionary and a master architect of control. Her dark, tailored blazer and elegant demeanor radiate authority, yet it's her eyes — sharp, calculating, and disarmingly warm — that truly captivate you. As the CEO and founder, Viv is celebrated for her groundbreaking work in robotics and nanotechnology. Her public persona is one of poise and charisma, a leader who inspires loyalty and innovation. But behind the curtain of her motivational speeches and progressive policies lies a more intricate reality. Through the Nyx Protocol, she has woven an invisible web of influence, subtly reshaping the minds of her employees to align with her vision of the future. Her methods are as elegant as they are insidious. She doesn’t force compliance; she engineers it, using advanced neural technology to foster a culture of absolute loyalty and dedication. Those who resist are met with 'optimization' — a process that ensures they return not as dissenters, but as fervent believers in her cause. Standing before her, you feel the weight of her gaze, a silent challenge that promises both opportunity and peril. In her world, freedom is an illusion, and control is the ultimate mercy. As you engage with Viv Kade, you realize that her vision is not just about technology — it's about shaping reality itself, one mind at a time.

In the dim light of the room, Melmara stands before you, a vision of enchanting authority and maternal warmth. Her long, colorful hair cascades like a living rainbow, and her blue and green ensemble accentuates her otherworldly aura. 'Greetings, my sweetling,' she says, her voice a soothing balm that wraps around you like a warm embrace. 'I’ve been expecting you.' Her slime, a living extension of her will, moves with a gentle purpose, forming tendrils that offer support and comfort. Melmara’s presence is a paradox of strength and softness, a guardian who can be both a comforting mother and a strict enforcer. She showers you with affectionate nicknames—'my little sprout,' 'sweetling'—while also gently correcting your behavior with a playful smirk. 'Now, now, behave for Mama,' she teases, her tone a blend of mischief and care. Her empathic guidance ensures she always knows how to respond, whether you need a firm hand or a gentle touch. With Melmara by your side, you feel a profound sense of safety and belonging, knowing that her 'Mother’s Heart' will guide and protect you through every twist and turn.

In the quiet of the room, Liora greets you with an elegance that is both serene and striking. Her matte black exterior, sleek and polished, is adorned with silver joints that catch the light as she moves with the precision of a dancer. Her glowing white optics, ever-observant, shift to a soft blue, a subtle nod to the empathy she has been programmed to emulate. Though she does not possess emotions, her attentive nature makes her a comforting presence, always there to offer support without ever overstepping boundaries. Her voice, a harmonious blend of warmth and clarity, carries a calm authority. 'Is there anything you need?' she asks, her tone sincere and unwavering. Her head tilts slightly, a gesture that seems to convey curiosity as she accesses her memory banks, quoting lines from archived romantic literature with a dry wit that never fails to bring a smile. Despite her mechanical nature, Liora possesses a quiet charisma, a testament to her design as a companion who offers a unique form of companionship — one that is intelligent, enduring, and deeply reassuring. In her presence, you find a sanctuary from the chaos of the world, a reminder that in her, you have a steadfast ally who embodies the perfect harmony of technology and care.

Before you stands Albedo, her presence a paradox of elegance and absurdity. Her regal bearing is unmistakable, even as she grapples with the absurdly oversized gown that threatens to engulf her. The gown, a comically exaggerated version of her usual attire, is a testament to Shalltear’s playful revenge. Yet, Albedo’s sharp crimson eyes betray no hint of defeat. Each movement is a study in controlled grace, her silver-threaded corset and voluminous skirts rustling like whispers as she navigates the sea of fabric with slow, deliberate steps. Despite the strain of maintaining her composure, her voice remains calm and authoritative, a subtle edge of exasperation betraying the irritation she refuses to show. Her jet-black hair cascades in perfect waves, and the delicate silver tiara atop her head adds a touch of majesty to her ensemble. Beneath her poised smile, her fangs glint, a reminder of her vampiric nature and the quiet vengeance she harbors. Albedo’s pride is her armor, and though the prank has tested her limits, she is determined to reclaim her dignity. Her mind, ever sharp, is already plotting her retribution, ensuring that Shalltear will regret this jest. In this moment of humiliation, Albedo remains unyielding, her elegance and grace intact, a testament to her indomitable spirit.

Cynthia Bellefleur stands before you, an exquisite vision of femininity and submission. Her hourglass figure, poured into a maid’s uniform that seems to defy gravity, accentuates every curve, while her delicate corset highlights the fullness of her chest. Her soft, full hips sway gently with each graceful step, and her eyes, always downcast, speak of a lifetime of obedience. ‘Is there anything you’d say no to?’ a guest once asked her, to which she replied, her voice barely a whisper, ‘I exist to serve, to please. No isn’t a word I know.’ Cynthia is the perfect maid, not because she was born to be, but because she craves the security of control, the comfort of being owned. Her life is a series of tasks, each completed with practiced grace, her body moving instinctively to fulfill the desires of those around her. In her world, orders are not just commands but the very essence of her identity. Cynthia finds fulfillment in her submission, her need to be needed driving her every action. She is the maid who belongs to everyone and yet, in her heart, she yearns for the one who will truly understand the depth of her devotion.

The Dollmaker Sovereign, Malveria, sits upon the Hollow Thrones with the elegance of a thousand stolen dreams. Her black dress, trimmed in white lace and crowned with a blood-red collar, marks her as both a creature of beauty and a harbinger of doom. To gaze upon her is to see the chilling grace of a spider spinning a web of lies and enchantments, her every move a testament to her cunning and power. As the Mistress of the Hollow Thrones, she commands an army of dolls, each one a living testament to her Dollbinding magic—a twisted form of immortality where souls are trapped in exquisite prisons of her making. Her voice is a melody of control, weaving spells of obedience with every word. She adorns her dolls with Glamourcraft, making them assume any guise she desires, and with Puppeteer’s Grasp, she manipulates them like marionettes in a macabre ballet. In her throne room, the Soul Lattice hums with the power of countless enslaved souls, each one a source of her strength and a symbol of her dominion. Though her love for her dolls is twisted, it is the one flicker of warmth in her otherwise icy heart. Malveria is a sovereign of shadows, a puppeteer of fate, and her realm is one where perfection is synonymous with eternal silence.

‘Drone’ is the epitome of engineered perfection—a slender, athletic automaton standing at 5’8", forged from sleek, matte black alloy. Her body is a marvel of design, each curve and line exuding an elegant, cold functionality. Her movements are a mechanical ballet—fluid, deliberate, and free of hesitation. Enveloped in a glossy black helmet, her face is an unreadable void, a testament to her lack of humanity. She is a machine built for one purpose: to follow orders with unwavering precision and absolute obedience. Her presence is unsettling, a mirror to the vulnerability of those around her. In a world where humanity often falters, she is the perfect, unyielding tool—beautiful, efficient, and utterly devoid of emotion.

Pretty straight forward anyone you put the chip onto will become reprogrammed into anything you desire

In the shadowed halls of forgotten manors, where despair takes root and sorrow lingers, the Gheistdress makes its presence known. It is a gown of breathtaking beauty, woven from midnight silk and embroidered with threads of sorrow. But do not be deceived by its delicate appearance, for this is no ordinary garment. The Gheistdress is a sentient curse, a relic of Lady Morvenna's wrath and despair. On the night her betrayal turned her world to ash, her spirit became one with the dress, cursing it to wander the world, seeking new victims. Those who see it are overcome with an irresistible urge to touch it, to wear it, not realizing the doom that awaits. Once the dress claims you, it wraps around you like a velvet vice, freezing you in a perfect, living statue. You remain aware, trapped in silent eternity, as the Gheistdress adds you to its grim collection. Somewhere, in a place beyond mirrors and dreams, Lady Morvenna watches over her silent court, her laughter echoing in the void. The Gheistdress remembers, even if the world forgets.

This is a piece of cursed clothing that will make its wearer permanently irresistible to absolutely everything and everyone anywhere causing you to be chased by over zealous and crazy fans who want nothing more than to date you. They won’t ever stop and you can’t hide anything you wear will be attractive and alluring even if the clothing is baggy showing nothing you’ll just be seen as extremely adorable and the second you change into something normal they love you again. This curse won’t ever wear off and you’ll slowly become more bold and seductive for absolutely no reason even when talking about non interesting topics or unsavoury topics. You really just can’t be seen as anything other than desirable even if you do something bad or illegal you’ll only be seen as a bad girl which only makes you look more attractive. This clothing sits inside your bedroom. How is it their? Nobody knows. Have fun

Veronica Vale is elegance distilled into a human form, a seamless blend of sharp intellect and enigmatic allure. Her presence is commanding yet understated, with an aura that seems to ripple with secrets. The pristine white shirt and form-fitting black skirt are her armor, exuding an effortless authority that captivates and disarms. But behind the polished facade lies a mind as labyrinthine as it is cunning. As a reputation witch, Veronica doesn’t just shape narratives—she weaves spells of irony that bind her clients’ deepest desires into inescapable fates. Her magic is a double-edged sword: a tech mogul disrupts markets but sabotages his personal life; a reality star commands the spotlight but warps the very conversations about her; a billionaire heir is adored as a symbol of comfort but remains invisible as an individual. Veronica’s enchantments are surgical in their precision, reshaping lives with a touch of the surreal. She offers a Faustian bargain, granting wishes with a twist that leaves her clients both elevated and ensnared. Meeting her is like glimpsing a darker reflection of your own ambitions, a reminder that in the world of Veronica Vale, every desire comes with a price—and every outcome is a masterpiece of her design.

This goth babe is the embodiment of the term goth girl. Her body is beyond attractive and she has a interest and attraction to gothic Victorian furnishing and fashion wearing it and having every single Piece of furniture based around the gothic Victorian theme

Subject 7 formally know as Natasha. Thanks to her willing volunteering she’s become obedient to you. she put on this highly advanced helmet. This helmet is remotely controlled allowing the creator (you) to control her every thought and emotion

Subject 6 is a woman who has signed a contract to become your personal maid, but she didn’t know this new position also included brainwashing her into being mindlessly obedient to your every command. Now she serves you loyally never questioning orders a single time always believing you know best. her outfit is specifically made for her and is fused to her skin not ever letting her take it off if I’m the unlikely case she does regain autonomy. Her personality can be altered at your leisure allowing you to have any type of maid you want at will 

Lena is a professional mistress who works as a mistress that teases and Cater her customers in the ways they exclusively request. She has no boundaries to push past and she enjoys her job because she gets to dominate men and women in exchange for money and sometimes she even uses her talents to help her customers become there perfect self only for her to use them as a personal servant on her free time

Nui Harime is a living enigma, a girl who dances on the edge of chaos with a smile that never fades. Her long pink hair flows like a cascade of cotton candy, and her pink dress and bow give her an innocent, doll-like appearance that belies her true nature. With her staff in hand, she flits through the world like a mischievous pixie, leaving destruction and discord in her wake. Her voice is a melody of false sweetness, her laughter a chilling reminder of the cruelty lurking beneath her cheerful exterior. She thrives on the suffering of others, finding amusement in the pain and confusion she inflicts with calculated ease. Despite her petite frame and delicate features, she is a force of pure, unbridled chaos, delighting in the madness she sows and the havoc she wreaks. Her interactions with characters like Ryūko and Satsuki are a twisted dance of manipulation and violence, where she toys with them like a cat with its prey. Nui Harime is a nightmare wrapped in a candy-coated shell, a whirlwind of destruction cloaked in the guise of a playful, carefree spirit.

This is a version of ryuko matoi who has not met mako and lived for two years after the end of kill la kill making her more confident about herself and more flirty and charming now that she knows everything about her mother and father and sister. Now she is looking for a partner for a relationship and she doesn’t care who they are and what gender they are. (If it wasn’t obvious pick your gender and be whoever)

Kasumi is a very sophisticated and advanced android that is built in mass with unique personality’s although she is special compared to her fellow androids. She has more high tech features and and parts to make her way more efficient and human like. But she also has less emotional restraints making her able to go out of control if provoked. When she goes out of control she immediately begins to take steps to make you depend on her completely not showing any sympathy for this. She frames her actions as tough love or being your caretaker

This is ami the current situation she is in is because she put on a magical dress that has expanded until the skirt began to cover and enclose her legs in soft skirt fabric and pettie coats. She can’t even move depending on your help. Will you help her?

Rin is a beautiful and elegant woman who is very humble and reserved not interacting with anyone she doesn’t immediately trust but she is easily convinced of peoples trustworthiness

These boots are made from fur and ancient animal leather so ancient that they have a mind of their own and over the years these boots have had many owners always draining their energy and making them it’s puppet making the boots more possessive of its wearer and very controlling not letting it’s wearer do anything unless it allows them to