>You are still Moon Lullaby the 3rd
>The humiliating photoshoot took much longer than you wished
>Your owner wouldn’t let you go until you finally put on a smile
>After many failed attempts, you finally managed to hold a smile long enough for it to be taken
>”Good Girl Moony!” He said with a cheer, ruffling your mane after it was done
>A reflexive snarl escaped when it was over
“Get me out of this humiliating outfit now!”
>You demanded in your old nobility shout
>It earned you a harsh Bap onto the noise
>”Moony!” He said condescendingly with a disappointed voice.
>”Good Girls ask politely!” He scolded
>As if that wasn’t embarrassing enough, he pulled on your cheek afterwards
>Burying your pride, you gave a sign
“Please let me out of this outfit.”
>”Title too.” He gently, yet smugly, added when you finished
“Please let me out of this outfit…Master.”
>Your cheeks flourished red at having been made to call him that
>”There’s my good moony!” He said before picking you up, carrying you in his arms
>Your face was in an intense scowl but you didn’t resist
>He carried you to his, and by extension your, room
>Your owner set you onto the bed with a firm “Stay still.”
>Staying perfectly still, your owner began to take off the dress
>The poofy dress was the first to go, neatly placed into the closet containing all the other clothes he enjoyed putting you in
>When his hands went to take the plastic tiara, you felt a twinge in your heart
>Even if it was plastic, it reminded you of your once regal place
“Not that one.”
>The words came out of you without even thinking
>”What was that Moony?” He said, sounding genuinely surprised
>Cheeks now burning red, you spoke again in a softer voice
“Please leave that one.”
>”Of course.” He chirped, petting your mane softly
>It was a small victory
>But it was still a victory to you