And before the sound echoes out, Candy's brains are gone. "Huh...?" There's not a hint of intellect left in those vapid blue eyes. "Wha' was that...?"
"Oh, never mind that, Candy." The queen giggles. Something about the degradation of this intellectual into a basic, brain dead bimbo felt really good. "Just tell me what you want and I'll make sure it's granted." Probably the tits.
She's certainly not much beyond that. Glassy, half-lidded eyes on a stacked and open body, she's a walking dream come true. All bust with no brain. More of a toy than a companion.
"Duhh...." She droned, the rusted and broken gears veritably clanking in her head
It'd be a miracle if she still knew her name.