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So, as Syrus has come clean about our arrangement, I feel comfortable sharing some of the things I've commissioned over the years, beginning with this piece. What's the context? There are times some of my staff decide to have some fun at my daughter's expense, by transforming her into the same species as themself, and for a week at most, programing her little plush mind that she's their little sister. In this case, Butterscotch wanted to go a little further. Not only has she made my little Vulpix into a puppy member of the Poppy Pack, she convinced her to preform for a live audience; what she never told Syrus is her concerts are always silent, staring blankly not just because they enjoy the music, but because her music enthralls the audience, turning them into a hypnotized mass awaiting her orders.
Syrus was convinced to have a live debut, and to sweetly sing 'Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star', unaware the reason all eyes are glued on her isn't because everyone's judging her, but their eyes are glued to the voice that sings to them. To say Syrus's embarrassment is extremely arousing to the sisters is an understatement; while Butterscotch is more than willing to let her 'baby sister' take the lead, she can't resist stimulating herself before the mindless thralls... And she looks forward to showing the performance to Syrus later when she's gone back to normal. After all, what fun is a lady to serve if you can't reduce her to a blushing, blubbering mess now and then?