In the House of Sinn, Goddess Samariel has given snowflake a simple task: to bring Her a dress befitting Her divine presence. Yet, he fails miserably, arriving with a garish, utterly unworthy garment, one no Goddess would ever tolerate. Displeased and not wanting to bear the sight of it for even a second longer, She commands him to remove it from Her body immediately.

But if snowflake believes the dress is "suitable," then let him wear it. Goddess Samariel towers over him, dressed in nothing but Her exquisite lingerie, exuding power and elegance as She watches him step into the o...

In the House of Sinn, Goddess Samariel has given snowflake a simple task: to bring Her a dress befitting Her divine presence. Yet, he fails miserably, arriving with a garish, utterly unworthy garment, one no Goddess would ever tolerate. Displeased and not wanting to bear the sight of it for even a second longer, She commands him to remove it from Her body immediately.

But if snowflake believes the dress is "suitable," then let him wear it. Goddess Samariel towers over him, dressed in nothing but Her exquisite lingerie, exuding power and elegance as She watches him step into the offensive dress. To complete his humiliation, She applies makeup to his face, each stroke a reminder of his failure. With a sly smile, She settles back into Her seat and orders him to practice the arts of seduction under Her critical gaze.

He stumbles awkwardly as She instructs him on how to walk with allure and dance with grace, but it is clear he lacks the sex appeal to draw anyone’s interest. he is, after all, only a sissy, fit for ridicule, not desire. And so, the hideous dress has finally found its rightful wearer: a hideous sissy unworthy of anything more.

In the House of Sinn, every punishment fits perfectly.