"Well for one thing-" Bella mused as she tapped the reluctant Hinata's shoulder, who squirmed slightly at first but slowly cooed as Bella's tap turned into a pat, than a gentle caress, massaging it as light emitted from Bella's palms and slowly surged through Hinata.
She shuddered and moaned. "M-more confident? How do you mean, how will that-"
"Ssssh." The pale stranger hushed her and let her process finish. "Trust me, you're going to love it."
A few minutes passed, and when Bella was done Hinata's outfit was coated a slick shiny coat, almost like some kind of tight vinyl or rubber. Hinata's head was still reeling, but she could tell something was changed. She looked down and gasped at her new slicked up outfit, a fetishized version of her own wardrobe.
"What did you do! I didn't ask you to change anything!"
She looked at Bella angrily, but suddenly her rage subsided as if instantly, recognizing new emotions and values she didn't before. Why was she able to address this lady now. There was no stammer in her voice, and she didn't even feel nervous or scared. Upset surely at what this lady had done without her permission, but there was an air of confidence overtaking her, she actually felt like she could confront her. The strange fears that had frightened her so, were gone.
"What, are you exactly?" Hinata begged the question.
Bella Beatrix smile, and put a single finger on Hinata's lips, turning them a muted blue color, shined like her outfit.
"An Imp. But to you my lovely little Hinata, just an observer. And you are going to be my experiment."
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