"Okay!" She sounds chipper. "Have fun in your new life!"

"Thank you. That is the plan."

And Tasara's vision goes white - 

And she forgets. 

And then, in what she'll think of as her first memory - 

She's on her knees, clothes as sparse and plain as possible while maintaining some pretense at modesty. There's a heavy metal collar biting against her neck, and the first thing she hears is the final click of the locks.

The first thing she sees is a woman, even more beautiful than she is, with a cold triumph written across her face. 

Oh. She sucks in a sharp breath.

(She's beautiful.)

"You're mine now," she says, voice low and threatening, as her fingers caress the collar. "This and the spell carved into your flesh will ensure you don't escape me."

Shiver.

(She doesn't know what's going on but- This is so hot.)

"Y-yes, ma'am."

"Ma'am." Her tongue curls around the word, pleased and smug. "That's a new one from you, Hypatia."

...Confusion. She does not recognize that name.

She trails one hand up from the collar to grab the girl's hair, tugging her head back and examining her expression. "Is something about this confusing to you, Hypatia? I would've thought we explained what's in store for you at plenty of length last night." Tiny smirk.

There's no deception visible, only a little pain.

"Ah- I- I- don't remember."

"Hm?" She tugs the girl's face from side to side, examining her more, then, quietly: "Ma'at, bearer of truth and keeper of justice, I beseech you to weigh the heart of the one before me, and reveal if she is true or false." There's something heavy in the air, like the world is holding its breath - the girl's heart hurts for a long moment - and the girl's captor says, solemnly: "What do you remember? Speak truthfully; Ma'at listens."

"I-" Blush. "Remember thinking you were the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

"And how recently was that?"

"When you were- locking this collar on."

"Do you remember anything before that?"

"...No."

"Interesting." She relaxes her grip on the girl's hair, some. "Ma'at has judged you true of voice; your heart is as light as one newly born." She bows her head a bit, and the heavy feeling vanishes. Then: "Ma'at no longer listens, in this moment."

"So... You're not Hypatia, or at least not the one I knew."

"It seems not."

"Who- do you want me to be instead?"

"Well... Given I just locked a collar around your neck that's meant to ensure a slave's loyalty..." She strokes the girl's hair. "I want a slave with Hypatia's talent and beauty, but utterly loyal to my goals - even without the need for force."

"I think I could be that. I mean- I want to be that. Ma'am. If you'll allow me."

"I will. And I'll teach you how to serve me."

She bites her lip and grins.

Mmmm. "You're using this face much better than your predecessor did... You have so many lovely expressions."

"Thank you, ma'am."