Satsuki's POV, seven years in the past: "Satsuki, my dear?" I hear that familiar voice of my detestable mother. She calls me from the top of the grand staircase, and for what reason I know all too well. "Satsuki, my dear," she says, "It's time for your training." A shiver runs down my spine, but I withhold any signs of fear with as much self-restraint as I can muster for a twelve-year-old girl. "Yes, Mother," I obediently reply, my heart sinking as I ascend the staircase. I know what treatment I am to receive at her hands. "I'm very pleased with your progress, daughter of mine!" says Ragyō with that abominable smile. She is dressed in a paper-thin, revealing gown that she calls her training uniform. Oh, the pain I am doomed to suffer! And all because she has been driven mad by the Life Fibers that not only clothe her, but are fused with her. "But," says she waggling her finger, "I have decided that it is time to take your beautiful soul to the next stage of development. In time, you shall become one with the Life Fibers, even as I your mother have." She drops her gown to the floor as she says it, and behind her glows that prismatic scintillation of blinding light that obligates so many hearts to bow to her will. But mine will never bow, even if I were to spend a hundred years in bed with her against my wishes. I stand before Ragyō, my gaze unfaltering in the light of her totalitarian aura. With that silken— no, Life Fiber-esque touch, she steps to my back side and unzips my dress, dropping it to the floor as well. Come what may, my body may twitch and squirm as it succumbs to the the depths of lust this night, but on no account will Father's task that was entrusted to me his only surviving daughter. Or so I thought at the time. Ragyō fondles me by the rear, her lips pressed to my earlobe. I know far too well the indoctrinating questions she will ask me."Do you know who you are, Kiryūin Satsuki?" she whispers to me with that sensual tone. My frail body, even with the most ardent resolution of purpose, is too weak to resist Ragyō's terrifying power. All I can do is comply. And with a blush, for that matter. "Your daughter and tool for the Life Fibers," I whisper back. Those hated words never cease to make my blood curdle. "And what is the meaning of this world?" she asks. "Clothing." Being obligated to say something that I detest is the most horrible thing that any girl of my age can possibly be subjected to. "And what is the truth of this world?" "That fear is freedom. Subjugation is liberation. Contradiction is truth." Ragyō smiles. "Well done, my daughter," she says. "You have learned your lessons very nicely." "Thank you, Mother," I meekly reply. "You have taught me well." A demure smile creeps across her face. "I am honored, Satsuki. Now for your warm-up..." Ragyō slides her hand to my genital region. So many times have I been subjected to this perverted madness, yet this particular time stands out in my memory seven years later. I cannot hold back from gasping from pleasure at this ever-so-suave stimulation. At this she steps in front of me, her eyes locked on mine. "Kiryūin Satsuki, daughter of mine," she says fondling my lip in hers, "are you in compliance with the Life Fibers' collective will?"