“It is a dream come true.”
Spinning around, Jun scans the room with wistfulness but pride swelling in her chest. “It’s my dream. But how did you make my room manifest it in reality?”
Her response is a slow clap, followed by a soft pitter and the loud clack of claws upon the stone floor.
“You’ve trapped me right where you want me, haven’t you?”
“And you’ve fallen right for it, Mistress Jun,” Tik Tik says, stepping up from the shadows.
Jun covers her mouth, facing away from the kobold, hiding her smile. “To decipher and hack my runes so quickly shows your skill as a wizard extraordinaire!”
Tik Tik giggles, hopping on her toes. “Oh yes. Once I learned what it did, I just had to see what was in your mind, and it seems a lot of it is Tik Tik.” She says this, walking up towards the suit of armor, taking the tabard cloth in her hand, and rubbing it. “Even the fabric feels just as I described in my stories.”
The kobold sneers at the kitsune, her tail swishing back and forth. “There’s one way you could have such an active imagination, isn’t there, Mistress Jun.” She says, letting go.
Lowering her shoulders and her arms away from her face, Jun sighs. “There is.”
Elegantly, Jun swivels around, locking her eyes upon Tik Tik’s. “Mistress Tik Tik. I’ve been hiding it this whole time, but I am, in fact, your biggest fan.”
A soft growl rises from Tik Tik’s throat, her sharp teeth visible through her domineering grin. “Well, why don’t I make my biggest fan’s dreams come true?”
The kitsune clutches her chest but immediately pulls away, steps back, and narrows her gaze. “You know, kobold,” the mistress says, her words deliberate and slow. “I don’t like the tone of voice when you speak that way. It’s almost like you’re in charge here when I’m the dominatrix.”
Tik Tik nuzzles the tabard against her cheek, fluttering her eyes. “Oh yeah? What will you do about it?”
“This world may be my dream, but this room is still my creation,” Jun says. She snaps her finger, and Tybalt’s tabard dissipates in Tik Tik’s hands, unraveling into strings.
Tik Tik gasps, but only for a moment, as the strands wrap around her snout, weaving, and tightening, forcing her maw open wide, gagging her.
“If you’re not going to speak in the common tongue, kobold, then you aren’t going to speak at all,” Mistress Jun says, stepping up to Tik Tik, looking down at her, a smirk spreading over her mouth. “Is that understood?”
A high-pitched, squealing growl rises from Tik Tik. A bit of defiance is in her eyes, and her hands raise.
Jun flinches, ready to face the retaliation from the master mage, only to see Tik Tik press her wrists together, her bright blue eyes wide and pleading as she yips through the gag.
Jun smirks, drawing a line through the air.
Golden ropes fall from the ceiling, wrapping around Tik Tik’s wrists and hoisting the kobold up, suspended until the two are face-to-face.
“Not too uncomfortable, I hope,” Jun asks, a nail tracing under the kobold’s jaw. “I wouldn’t want to hurt such an honored guest, but again, you are trying my patience. Or maybe you’re trying to egg me on. Either way, this is a test that I intend to pass.”
“Yip, yip!”
Jun walks past the suspended Tik Tik, producing a golden cloth from her palm and draping it over Tik TIk’s head with a quick and deliberate flick. She stands behind the kobold, tying up the blindfold on her own, leaning in and whispering to the kobold. “Don’t think of me as some casual reader who uses your material to get off. I know full well what you’re all about.”
She breathes a hot breath over Tik Tik’s scales.
Tik Tik shudders, squirming in her suspended state.
“Now then, allow me to show you everything about yourself… even things you don’t realize. Are you ready?”
“Yiiiiiip”
“Very good.”
Mistress Jun snickers delightfully seductively as she steps around the suspended Tik Tik. The kitsune trails a finger along the kobold’s spine, flicking at the kobold’s horn. Leaning in, she huffs a hot breath over Tik Tik’s scales. 
Tik Tik’s eyes roll back, her body quivering, her toes curling.
The kitsune places her hands on Tik Tik’s sides, holding her as she is suspended from the ceiling. “You like to experience the full gamut of pleasure. Your whims are so flighty that it may be difficult to determine exactly what you want at any given time.”
She traces down over Tik Tik’s neck, collar, and chest, patting the soft underbelly.
“You even change yourself with no regard to your health and safety, learning dangerous and powerful transformation magics to add a nipple here, a wing there,” she strokes the kobold’s shoulder bone, “and more intimate things in between.”
Her hand rests now on the kobold’s thigh, squeezing delicately. “It’s the novelty you crave most of all, Tik Tik. Every new person you meet is an experience you must savor because that novelty drives you wild.”
She strokes up and down along Tik TIk’s underbelly, pressing her chest against the kobold’s back as she continues. “That’s what makes you so fascinating. I could keep you here forever and please myself with you a thousand days in a thousand different ways, and you’d love every single moment of it.”
Tik Tik shudders, her fingers flexing.
Chuckling, Jun pulls herself away, leaving Tik Tik alone in the darkness.
She dangles in a seemingly empty chamber, whining from the sudden deprivation. Her mind races, her tail lashing as far as it can go in its binding, and in her excitement and anticipation, she drools, both from her mouth and from another, more intimate place.
That’s when a vulpine hand squeezes her cheeks. “Oh, but Tik Tik, leaving you here to go mad with your thoughts is no fun,” she says, pressing her snout to her snout.
Tik Tik’s breaths burst, tickling at Jun’s nose, but Jun continues her speech, saying, “Next, we’ll just enjoy using you a bit. I have to say that I’m curious what it would be like to indulge in your body.”