“I would hope so because having a caregiver is supposed to be a new experience for you, but you need to get used to this lack of privacy. Captured Littles eventually find themselves with very little in way of physical and mental agency, and you, little friend, are playing the part of a captured Little until further notice. I promised to give you the whole experience, including the soul-crushing lack of agency.” Crystal paused. “Now, finish cleaning up before Mommy decides you’re going too slow and takes over for you.”
Carley cleaned herself all while Crystal stood by and made jokes and rude comments. It was uncomfortable at least. She wasn’t sure what she hated worse, the fact that she had her privacy violated, or the fact that she was getting her basic competency questioned over and over again.