Her hands were the first to respond, sluggishly lifting to touch her face. Rubber met her fingers. She gasped—or thought she did—but no sound came out, only a muted exhalation that seemed swallowed by the material encasing her. She traced the slick surface over her nose, her cheeks, down to her neck. Every inch of her felt sealed tight, cocooned in a second skin.
“You’re my latest masterpiece, Aria! Fitting after your recent escapades in the lobby. You really are a work of art...”
Aria’s hands slid down, feeling the contours of her new suit, the tightness that hugged her every curve, every contour, as if it had been molded specifically for her. There were differences, subtle but palpable. Extra little devices and toys. More than enough to distract and tease and edge and punish her when needed!
“Do you understand? You are art now. Not just to be seen, but to be felt. To be heard. A kinetic sculpture. Not behind glass... yet.”
Her body responded without her consent, a jerky, stilted movement. Arms lifting, a leg bending, head tilting. The squeak of rubber was loud in her ears, almost drowning out the low hum of satisfaction from beyond the glass.
"Excellent. But we both know that's far too much movement, far too little pressure to fittingly create the emotions I seek! Let's get a vac-seal... or two!
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Aria is such a cutie. And after ACCIDENTALLY letting free my previous collected art pieces, I thought that she'd be a nice little kinetic art!