Rhianna gave the new redhead a rather toothy smile, looking pleased with herself as if she suddenly thought of something fun. "Mmmm, you know Janine, I've always enjoyed the simplicity of monochrome with a slight pop of color, there's always something so elegant about it." a slight giggle as she moves to buff her nails, giving the trapped girl even more of a smile. "Now, I could do one of two things here and because you've been so good, I'll even let you pick," eyes sparkling as she fixes her gaze on the girl sitting before her. "Shall I be nice and avant garde or shall I be mean and boring~" voice almost a sing-song as she leans back against a desk.
Janine, still trying to wake herself only shakes her head, trying to move, pinch herself through the ropes, escape, do anything, doesn't answer, at least, not initially. "P-please, just let me go" whispering, voice quivering as she looks up at her tormentor.
A laugh, musical, cruel, "perhaps both then? Mean and rather out there? Why, I think I can do that. How about we start with this, "None of these changes are retroactive until Rhianna says so." Because I want you savoring this as much as I do~" the cheerleader giggles as she continues. "And also, that "my skin is naturally porcelain white and does not bruise, discolor, or develop anything that would mar its imperfections."" Rhianna giving her subject a look as she repeats it, as if she's an artist eager to play with a canvas.
In a second, Janine feels her entire body tingling, any freckles, moles, anything that resembles an imperfection, disappearing. The scar on her arm that she got from falling down the stairs when she was eight? Washed away. The sunburn she got yesterday? That's gone too. In scant moments the process is complete, Janine's skin looking almost inhumanly perfect, an effect only strengthened by her fading color, going from light to pale to unnatural porcelain, not even a blush on her face as Rhianna claps with some glee.
"That's wonderful! Mmmm, I think I'm going to go all out on you~" pleased at Janine's open mouth shock, the girl trying to get words out. "Now, in case you scream, we'll get your voice matching what it should be. Now, repeat after me, "I speak very formally, never curse or use contractions, and have an aristocratic British accent. My normal voice's volume can never rise above a loud whisper, even when I'm yelling.""
A few moments, Janine trying to gasp, coughing as she feels something invading her throat, her pale throat swallowing as she feels it pass. "What did you do?" trying to yell, yet it only comes out as a soft, aristocratic whisper, loud enough to be heard in room, but not outside. "Why is my voice unlike what it was before?!" trying to yell, scream, say something that isn't proper as Rhianna looks on with some satisfaction.
"What next~" sing-songing almost as she looks at the newly forming Goth. "Maybe add some color to your pale self? We do want you to be monochromatic so, I think that should be fun." Giving Janine's red hair a rub, "repeat after me "I have natural black coloration on my body that resembles lipstick, nail polish, makeup, and blush that can never be covered up. Additionally, my tongue, nipples, and the interior of my mouth are the same color black""
"S-Stop, please, I beg of you, please stop this" shuddering as she feels the nipples change first, a little hard against the ropes as she struggles a little; tied up too well to really make any serious effort at escaping as her lips seem to get shinier and blacker, a light bit of black blush on her cheeks to give her a hint of color as tasteful makeup works its way below and above her eyes.
"Mmmm, I hate to get rid of your new hair, but, I think it's a little too bright for you." giving it a rub with a smirk. "How about "My hair is shiny obsidian black which fades slightly into deep midnight purple at the tips, complimenting my glowing red eyes.""
As Janine repeats the words back, she can feel her body continuing to change, continuing to modify itself, her face and body the same shape, size, everything, but it's like all her colors have been removed except for the vibrant red of her new eyes, almost glowing with an inner light and lacking pupils, giving her an eerie look.
"N-no more, again...please, I do not enjoy this and it scares me. I am not a canvas for your desires" pleading, voice trying to beg for mercy with a bit of defiance, yet it doesn't come out, only that formal soft tone, barely loud enough to be heard across the room, emanates.
"Now, if you had asked me to be boring and nice, I'd have stopped, but, I think an opportunity like this should be savored. How'd you like to be unique..." she hmmms. "Janine isn't a really good name for you. Why don't we switch it. "My name is Midnight.""
"M-My name is Midnight" and the once Janine, now Midnight, could hear it being true. Her memories had everyone call her Janine, but that feels wrong now. Even Rhianna calling Janine in her direction doesn't seem like who she is and, as she realizes it, her eyes widen, looking at the cheerleader in terror. "Y-you c-can change how I t-think too?" whispering in some horror.
"And more~" a laugh from Rhianna. "Now, what should we do next..."