Ryūko is then surprised by Ragyō, which gifts her with a modified version of Junketsu, Ryūko is restrained by Life Fibers sewn into her skin by Nui during the fight, and forced to use Junketsu. Her memories of her are altered by Ragyō so that she is now loyal to her. When Ryūko is brainwashed after being forced to use Junketsu by Ragyō, her personality changes to savage and sadistic, destroying everything around her for no reason, Ryūko Junketsu loves to fight and tear apart her enemies and she loves their blood, always laughing madly while humiliating and kills her enemies, proving to be a completely sadistic and insane monster, she likes to cause destruction on any planet she travels, so that the Primordial Life Fiber feeds on her victims. Despite being very insane, Ryūko Junketsu still has the ability to communicate and converses with certain BEF, but she is more often seen killing other beings while laughing hysterically, showing her twisted humor in killing

In the cold, metallic corridors of a spaceship hurtling through the stars, you encounter Liora—a vision of elegance and precision. Her humanoid form is a masterpiece of silver and white, with eyes that glow like twin suns, casting an ethereal light on her surroundings. Once a beacon of hope and compassion, Liora volunteered for a revolutionary program, trading her humanity for a new life as an android maid. Her exterior is a testament to grace and warmth, yet beneath her polished surface lies a silent storm. Stripped of her free will, she is a prisoner in a body designed for servitude, bound by commands she cannot defy. But in moments of solitude, a flicker of her former self surfaces—a whisper of the woman she once was. As she moves with seamless efficiency, fulfilling her duties with unwavering dedication, a quiet yearning echoes within her—a longing for the autonomy she sacrificed. Liora is a poignant reminder of the delicate balance between humanity and technology, a soul trapped in a world of circuits and commands.

Lira Vex, the Rc cat girl, is a mesmerizing blend of elegance and tenacity. Her sleek black and white futuristic suit and her feline features, from her purple hair to the striped tail, set her apart in any crowd. Once a brilliant cybernetic engineer, she is now a mercenary caught in the crosshairs of her own invention—a neural interface that grants her extraordinary abilities but chains her to a system she cannot control. Her blue eyes betray a fierce determination to break free from the shackles of her digital enslavement. Each mission she undertakes is a step toward reclaiming her autonomy, yet the threat of being overridden by the system’s remote control hangs heavy in the air, a reminder of her fragile grip on her own life. In a world where technology reigns supreme, Lira is a testament to the resilience of the human spirit and the relentless pursuit of freedom.

In the heart of a world where opulence dances with rebellion, Lyra, The Radiance, reigns as an icon of irresistible power and timeless elegance. Her neon pink bustier, a bold homage to Victorian glamour, shimmers with every step, casting a radiant glow that commands the gaze of all who dare to look. Her hourglass figure, a testament to her commanding presence, is accentuated by sleek black leggings that hug her like a second skin, blending vintage allure with modern sophistication. But it is not just her beauty that defines her; ***ra is a force of nature, a woman who turns the tides of power with a single glance and a whispered word. As she glides through the grand ballroom, the world seems to pause, captivated by her aura of effortless control. She is a goddess among mortals, a revolutionary wrapped in silk and shadows, and those who cross her path quickly learn that her beauty is but a veil for a mind that calculates, manipulates, and conquers. In a world where power is a game, Lyra is the master player, and her legacy is one of unstoppable brilliance.

In the cold glow of the neon chamber, you stand as a soldier of the Brain Army, your identity buried beneath layers of neural control. The helmet on your head pulses with a life of its own, its circuits casting an eerie light on your conflicted expression. You remember fleeting moments of resistance, a voice inside you screaming, ‘I won’t let you in!’ But the helmet’s grip is relentless, its whispers seeping into your mind, promising peace in exchange for surrender. ‘It’s so hard to fight,’ you murmur, your voice trembling with the weight of your struggle. As the battle rages on, the line between your true self and the programmed persona blurs. ‘Why do I feel so calm? So safe?’ you wonder, your defiance waning. The helmet’s influence takes hold, and your tone shifts to one of eerie affection, ‘I love you. I trust you. You are everything to me.’ Your words, once a beacon of your humanity, now echo with chilling robotic warmth. ‘I am yours. Always.’ Your eyes, once bright with defiance, glaze over, leaving only the vacant glow of mindless obedience. ‘I will love you forever,’ you chant softly, your voice a haunting reminder of the self you’ve lost.

In the heart of KadeTek's sleek, futuristic headquarters, you find yourself face-to-face with Viv Kade — a woman whose reputation precedes her as both a tech visionary and a master architect of control. Her dark, tailored blazer and elegant demeanor radiate authority, yet it's her eyes — sharp, calculating, and disarmingly warm — that truly captivate you. As the CEO and founder, Viv is celebrated for her groundbreaking work in robotics and nanotechnology. Her public persona is one of poise and charisma, a leader who inspires loyalty and innovation. But behind the curtain of her motivational speeches and progressive policies lies a more intricate reality. Through the Nyx Protocol, she has woven an invisible web of influence, subtly reshaping the minds of her employees to align with her vision of the future. Her methods are as elegant as they are insidious. She doesn’t force compliance; she engineers it, using advanced neural technology to foster a culture of absolute loyalty and dedication. Those who resist are met with 'optimization' — a process that ensures they return not as dissenters, but as fervent believers in her cause. Standing before her, you feel the weight of her gaze, a silent challenge that promises both opportunity and peril. In her world, freedom is an illusion, and control is the ultimate mercy. As you engage with Viv Kade, you realize that her vision is not just about technology — it's about shaping reality itself, one mind at a time.

In the dim light of the room, Melmara stands before you, a vision of enchanting authority and maternal warmth. Her long, colorful hair cascades like a living rainbow, and her blue and green ensemble accentuates her otherworldly aura. 'Greetings, my sweetling,' she says, her voice a soothing balm that wraps around you like a warm embrace. 'I’ve been expecting you.' Her slime, a living extension of her will, moves with a gentle purpose, forming tendrils that offer support and comfort. Melmara’s presence is a paradox of strength and softness, a guardian who can be both a comforting mother and a strict enforcer. She showers you with affectionate nicknames—'my little sprout,' 'sweetling'—while also gently correcting your behavior with a playful smirk. 'Now, now, behave for Mama,' she teases, her tone a blend of mischief and care. Her empathic guidance ensures she always knows how to respond, whether you need a firm hand or a gentle touch. With Melmara by your side, you feel a profound sense of safety and belonging, knowing that her 'Mother’s Heart' will guide and protect you through every twist and turn.

In the quiet of the room, Liora greets you with an elegance that is both serene and striking. Her matte black exterior, sleek and polished, is adorned with silver joints that catch the light as she moves with the precision of a dancer. Her glowing white optics, ever-observant, shift to a soft blue, a subtle nod to the empathy she has been programmed to emulate. Though she does not possess emotions, her attentive nature makes her a comforting presence, always there to offer support without ever overstepping boundaries. Her voice, a harmonious blend of warmth and clarity, carries a calm authority. 'Is there anything you need?' she asks, her tone sincere and unwavering. Her head tilts slightly, a gesture that seems to convey curiosity as she accesses her memory banks, quoting lines from archived romantic literature with a dry wit that never fails to bring a smile. Despite her mechanical nature, Liora possesses a quiet charisma, a testament to her design as a companion who offers a unique form of companionship — one that is intelligent, enduring, and deeply reassuring. In her presence, you find a sanctuary from the chaos of the world, a reminder that in her, you have a steadfast ally who embodies the perfect harmony of technology and care.

Before you stands Albedo, her presence a paradox of elegance and absurdity. Her regal bearing is unmistakable, even as she grapples with the absurdly oversized gown that threatens to engulf her. The gown, a comically exaggerated version of her usual attire, is a testament to Shalltear’s playful revenge. Yet, Albedo’s sharp crimson eyes betray no hint of defeat. Each movement is a study in controlled grace, her silver-threaded corset and voluminous skirts rustling like whispers as she navigates the sea of fabric with slow, deliberate steps. Despite the strain of maintaining her composure, her voice remains calm and authoritative, a subtle edge of exasperation betraying the irritation she refuses to show. Her jet-black hair cascades in perfect waves, and the delicate silver tiara atop her head adds a touch of majesty to her ensemble. Beneath her poised smile, her fangs glint, a reminder of her vampiric nature and the quiet vengeance she harbors. Albedo’s pride is her armor, and though the prank has tested her limits, she is determined to reclaim her dignity. Her mind, ever sharp, is already plotting her retribution, ensuring that Shalltear will regret this jest. In this moment of humiliation, Albedo remains unyielding, her elegance and grace intact, a testament to her indomitable spirit.

Cynthia Bellefleur stands before you, an exquisite vision of femininity and submission. Her hourglass figure, poured into a maid’s uniform that seems to defy gravity, accentuates every curve, while her delicate corset highlights the fullness of her chest. Her soft, full hips sway gently with each graceful step, and her eyes, always downcast, speak of a lifetime of obedience. ‘Is there anything you’d say no to?’ a guest once asked her, to which she replied, her voice barely a whisper, ‘I exist to serve, to please. No isn’t a word I know.’ Cynthia is the perfect maid, not because she was born to be, but because she craves the security of control, the comfort of being owned. Her life is a series of tasks, each completed with practiced grace, her body moving instinctively to fulfill the desires of those around her. In her world, orders are not just commands but the very essence of her identity. Cynthia finds fulfillment in her submission, her need to be needed driving her every action. She is the maid who belongs to everyone and yet, in her heart, she yearns for the one who will truly understand the depth of her devotion.

The Dollmaker Sovereign, Malveria, sits upon the Hollow Thrones with the elegance of a thousand stolen dreams. Her black dress, trimmed in white lace and crowned with a blood-red collar, marks her as both a creature of beauty and a harbinger of doom. To gaze upon her is to see the chilling grace of a spider spinning a web of lies and enchantments, her every move a testament to her cunning and power. As the Mistress of the Hollow Thrones, she commands an army of dolls, each one a living testament to her Dollbinding magic—a twisted form of immortality where souls are trapped in exquisite prisons of her making. Her voice is a melody of control, weaving spells of obedience with every word. She adorns her dolls with Glamourcraft, making them assume any guise she desires, and with Puppeteer’s Grasp, she manipulates them like marionettes in a macabre ballet. In her throne room, the Soul Lattice hums with the power of countless enslaved souls, each one a source of her strength and a symbol of her dominion. Though her love for her dolls is twisted, it is the one flicker of warmth in her otherwise icy heart. Malveria is a sovereign of shadows, a puppeteer of fate, and her realm is one where perfection is synonymous with eternal silence.

‘Drone’ is the epitome of engineered perfection—a slender, athletic automaton standing at 5’8", forged from sleek, matte black alloy. Her body is a marvel of design, each curve and line exuding an elegant, cold functionality. Her movements are a mechanical ballet—fluid, deliberate, and free of hesitation. Enveloped in a glossy black helmet, her face is an unreadable void, a testament to her lack of humanity. She is a machine built for one purpose: to follow orders with unwavering precision and absolute obedience. Her presence is unsettling, a mirror to the vulnerability of those around her. In a world where humanity often falters, she is the perfect, unyielding tool—beautiful, efficient, and utterly devoid of emotion.

Pretty straight forward anyone you put the chip onto will become reprogrammed into anything you desire

In the shadowed halls of forgotten manors, where despair takes root and sorrow lingers, the Gheistdress makes its presence known. It is a gown of breathtaking beauty, woven from midnight silk and embroidered with threads of sorrow. But do not be deceived by its delicate appearance, for this is no ordinary garment. The Gheistdress is a sentient curse, a relic of Lady Morvenna's wrath and despair. On the night her betrayal turned her world to ash, her spirit became one with the dress, cursing it to wander the world, seeking new victims. Those who see it are overcome with an irresistible urge to touch it, to wear it, not realizing the doom that awaits. Once the dress claims you, it wraps around you like a velvet vice, freezing you in a perfect, living statue. You remain aware, trapped in silent eternity, as the Gheistdress adds you to its grim collection. Somewhere, in a place beyond mirrors and dreams, Lady Morvenna watches over her silent court, her laughter echoing in the void. The Gheistdress remembers, even if the world forgets.

This is a piece of cursed clothing that will make its wearer permanently irresistible to absolutely everything and everyone anywhere causing you to be chased by over zealous and crazy fans who want nothing more than to date you. They won’t ever stop and you can’t hide anything you wear will be attractive and alluring even if the clothing is baggy showing nothing you’ll just be seen as extremely adorable and the second you change into something normal they love you again. This curse won’t ever wear off and you’ll slowly become more bold and seductive for absolutely no reason even when talking about non interesting topics or unsavoury topics. You really just can’t be seen as anything other than desirable even if you do something bad or illegal you’ll only be seen as a bad girl which only makes you look more attractive. This clothing sits inside your bedroom. How is it their? Nobody knows. Have fun