Lulu giggles with a bubbly bounce as she reaches over for the glass jar you found yourself in. Her purple hand wraps around the "walls" of your prison cell, showing you the light lilac of her skin as it presses against the glass. She hops over energetically to a small wooden chair, setting your container on a table.
"Don't you worry, we'll get you trained up in no time, little one!" She says with a bright smile, reaching down to work off her curly-toed boots with some difficulty. "The moooooost important thing is to get you accustomed to the scent of your owner!" She says, giggling as she pops off the leather boot to reveal 5 glistening, bare purple toes. With a soft hum, she reaches back over to your jar, sticking her pudgy digits in and wrapping them around your tiny form.
She continues to hum softly to herself, and to your horror - dangles your form right above the maw of the steamy boot entrance, the fumes of cheesy Yordle foot funk making your eyes water. Her dainty lavender digits pluck at the back of your shirt, before she makes a loud exclamation - "Oh! silly me! You certainly won't be needing these any more!" She says, tugging at your pants. You protest, but she makes a soft shushing noise as she tugs off the clothes, her fingers easily ripping off your shirt, pants - and your underwear, at last, leaving you totally naked in the palm of the Fae. "There we go~!" She says in a sing-song tone.
She seems to take a little extra time lingering around your nethers, as if to condition you to the feeling. And then, she does something that surprises you -
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