Decorative (Now With Caption)

Eve walked the halls of the palace, taking time to examine each curiosity on display in the grand building, and discreetly placing any she particularly liked in a concealed pocket in her clothing. Eve made sure not to target anything useful or even valuable, objects that might be missed. Instead she kept to simple decorative objects that suited her taste: a small stone carving from one table, a wooden crane from another. She never took much at any given time and working as a maid afforded her the opportunity to plan her conquests before acting. If anything was noticed missing it would simply show up the next day in a different spot, as if someone had moved it. Today was a special day for Eve though: she was to clean the throne room, alone. Eve had been waiting months for this opportunity, as there was a tiny glass bead sitting on a table behind the throne that she'd had her eyes on, but never any opportunity to take. Now though, it would be hers.

After ensuring that the throne room was spotless, Eve ducked behind the throne and picked up the bead. Before she could pocket it though a voice sounded in her head. "The young king has excellent taste in decorations doesn't he?"
Startled Eve tried to drop the bead, but found that her fingers no longer listened to her commands.
"Now now miss, that's no way to try to treat a palace."
Eve was panicking inside, though her body wouldn't show it. Instead it was walking towards a false panel in the wall that Eve knew lead directly to the kings chambers.
"Now young lady, you may have been able to hide your thefts from the king and your fellow workers, but you can't sneak anything by me while your in here. And all those thefts of yours have added up, giving me considerable power over you. As you can no doubt tell"
Eve felt a chill run down her spine at the voices words, even as her body stripped down to her lingerie and knelt at the doors to the King's bedroom.
"Since you've stolen so many decorations from me I think I'll have you make up for it - personally."
Her body took in a deep breath, puffing out her considerable chest, and then froze.
"The king was quite taken with you, did you know that? He has a picture of you in his room that he used to... ah... amuse himself, on nights when he didn't have some young socialite keeping him company."
Eve felt something happening down at her feet, a tingly feeling that wasn't entirely unpleasant, but that seemed to be moving up her legs with alarming speed. Leaving behind a feeling that something wasn't quite right.
"He kept himself from approaching you though, it wouldn't be right for a King and a maid to be lovers. Too many politics involved that a king just can't extricate himself from"
The wave was halfway up her body now and Eve was having trouble focusing on the palace's words.
"How fortuitous for him then, that I can now provide him with the real you, in a form that won't cause any problems."
The wave reached Eve's neck and she silently screamed even as the palace had her take on a mildly seductive look.
"After all my dear, mannequins don't talk"
The tingly feeling subsided as the wave finished it's work. The feeling that wave left behind no longer felt strange to Eve either: it was a desire to be looked at, to be appreciated for her beauty, to be a decoration worthy of these great halls.

That evening the kind returned to his chambers to find his secret obsession kneeling outside his room, a vision in plastic. Puzzled, he picked up the bead nestled between her legs.
"Ah my king! It is good to speak to you. This young thing was stealing nick-knacks you, and had thought to even steal me! I took the liberty of doling out some poetic justice when she tried that one though. I hope you like her."
"I do, though if you still have some power over her let me tell you about the benefits of silicone over plastic."