Her gaze is focused ahead by a set of chrome blinders and held high by a rigid black plastic neck corset, cinched into place with intensely pink lacing. A huge ring hangs from the front of the collar, attached to a red leashcord. Below it, her skin is pitch-black, tiled with a thin grid of white hexagons, interrupted by a red or pink cell at regular intervals. Red straps connect her collar to a maid's dress of similar color and material, with a glowing pink apron and ripples of lacy, fibrous white plastic that suggest stylized ruffles. The outfit buoys her modest but unnaturally spherical breasts and barely hides her hex-tiled thighs with a series of rigid plastic orbits.
Pushed up between her buttcheeks, under the hoverskirt, is another red ponytail like the one on her hood, mounted on a rubber plug held in place by more thin harness straps. Her outfit is nearly completed by red imilexene gloves and matching stockings with hard, gleaming silver hooves. But her most impressive gear is her wings: a framework of silver disks, tensile wire boning, and stylized red plastic feathers, clipped onto her upper arms and her collar.
In other words, celiel is a space houri, a benevolent thought virus, and a minor avatar of a goddess of sensuality. (She) behaves somewhat like a mutualistic symbiote, seeking to reproduce and propagate herself via minds that have been rendered suspectible to her. In the process, her host receives self-confidence, mental clarity, a persistent sense of affection, an increased sensitivity and emotional response to color, and frequent mind-busting orgasms.
Thank you, my sister, for everything. --Maichirona