A girl stood before Draven, her eyes devoid of life and emotion. She had been under his control for some time now, her mind a blank slate for him to manipulate.
Her features were still beautiful, but they lacked the warmth that made them truly radiant. Even as she obeyed his every command, there was no spark in her movements or glint in her eyes.
Draven watched her with morbid fascination, a cruel smile on his lips and twirling the glass of wine in his hand. "Go, on". He urged and immediately, the girl began to act upon his will.
The hands of the girl began to float up from her sides and began to unstrap her strapped gown. Finished with her blouse, the girl didn't bother removing it, instead, she simply let it slide back over her shoulders, allowing her to shrug out of it; the waistband of it prevented it from falling completely to the floor.
