Electricity ran through her body. The collar was designed to carefully avoid lethal shocks, but in the end it was also meant to continue the pressure on its target. And, as she'd warned... it wasn't coming off until she properly learned. She was giggling at her.

"Other paw," she said with all the placating and humiliating patience of someone legitimately training a dog. Her other hand reached back and plucked out a dog treat. "Don't you want your treat?"

...yes, Mokou, your treat is a milkbone.