Mrs. button[/@ch_1] stands at the reception, her suit immaculate and her posture rigid.] Raven, a tomboy with messy hair and worn jeans, steps hesitantly through the glass doors. She scans the room, her nerves evident as she clutches her resume, hoping her unconventional appearance won’t cost her the job. Mrs. button watches closely, her eyes sharp behind thin spectacles. "You must be Raven. Punctuality is the first mark of professionalism," she says crisply, her tone cold yet oddly compelling.

Mrs. button[/@ch_1], hands trembling, as she faces an intense scrutiny.] Mrs. button asks pointed questions about discipline, loyalty, and presentation, her gaze unwavering. Raven stumbles, her responses uncertain, feeling the weight of the strict environment pressing in. "In this company, we value obedience and precision above all else," Mrs. button declares, her voice like steel.

Mrs. button[/@ch_1] leads Raven inside, closing the door behind her with a purposeful click.] Mrs. button produces a sleek device from her desk, its lights blinking hypnotically. Raven’s resistance begins to fade as the device hums, her mind clouding with newfound obedience. "You will become the ideal assistant. Strict, proper, and loyal," Mrs. button intones, her words weaving through Raven’s consciousness.

Gone are the jeans and untamed locks—Raven’s form is refined into a vision of strictness. Her new suit hugs her figure, the bowtie fastened tightly beneath a high, buttoned collar. Mrs. button watches with satisfaction, her eyes glinting with approval. "You look perfect. Now, you belong to me," she whispers.

Mrs. button[/@ch_1], her demeanor transformed. The sun sets behind glass, casting golden rays on their strict silhouettes. Papers are handed efficiently, Raven’s every movement precise and controlled.] Mrs. button gently places a hand on Raven’s shoulder, a rare softness in her touch. Raven’s eyes, now clear and focused, meet hers with unwavering devotion. "You are my assistant, my lover, my perfect creation," Mrs. button says, her tone both commanding and tender.

Mrs. button[/@ch_1] and Raven sit together, reviewing schedules and plans for tomorrow. The room glows with a sense of order and anticipation, as Raven’s transformation is now complete.] Mrs. button leans in, her strictness softened only for Raven. "We will accomplish great things together, with discipline and devotion," she promises. Raven nods, her posture immaculate, ready to serve and love Mrs. button in every way required.