Francine hummed softly as she finally got the girl all cleaned up. All in all, the woman's diet combined with her lifestyle meant she hardly ever went, and when she did, it was always small! Unless she deliberately played it up for her fans, of course. "Alright now sweetness, why don't you tell me what you'd like us to do together, okay?" She cooed.
Anya frowned. "I will call you whatever I feel like." She snapped. "You may go home. And tomorrow, you will report directly to my office the moment you come in. I wouldn't wear a pair of pants, if I were you." She stated to the poor thing. "You understand me? If you don't do what I say, I'll send a picture of your wet clothes to the whole office." She threatened.