As the lights dimmed and the guests left, Julian finally turned a small key-shaped charm on her necklace. "Store mode, Elara," he commanded softly.
As the guests drifted by, Julian would place a hand on her waist, feeling the rigid structure of her transition through the lens of his own control."She’s custom," he’d whisper to a curious friend, his eyes gleaming. tgirl as toy
Tonight was the gallery opening. Elara wasn’t there to look at the art; she was the art. She stood on a small pedestal in the corner of his private lounge, dressed in a shimmering metallic bodysuit that made her look like she had been cast in chrome. As the lights dimmed and the guests left,