The Countess chose a good form as her avatar spawned in. Something specifically designed to torment and tease and titillate her recent acquisition. Phantom deserved nothing but her best.
There were plenty of options, all of them with their own power suites and thematically-appropriate tools to ensure misery (or mmphing) for her encanted and enchanted spy. Eccentric collector didn't feel right - it was too close to home. Villainous trap-meister - not yet. Cruel elven queen was for later. But something like all three struck her mood - Beleth the demoness would do nicely.
Beleth's chief obsession was with those captives who would appreciate her unique sense of decor and decorum. The demon had a penchant for finding cute things that appealed to her and utilizing her reality-shifting and seemingly infinite powers to have as much fun as she desired. That often concluded (and included!) abducting victims, wrapping them up in numerous layers and then sealing them as ageless little trophies for her to ogle and enjoy - before inevitably heading out to gather more.
The irony was lost on the Countess.
Phantom was in no state to recognize any difference. In her strange virtual prison, she knew only that she'd been captured and subdued by the trap-systems, and unable to figure out how, or why, or why it felt as if she'd run this several times before.
The powerful form of a demoness in spandex and shining leggings dominated her attention now. She struggled in ropes and drooled from her gag, ogling and edging on the creature to rescue her... or at least treat her to some of her tender ministrations (and mummifications).
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