“He wants to do what?” My dressing room lady asked with sudden worry.

“He is thinking about selling the Dollhouse technology, Verroa. And maybe even a few of the Dolls. He wants to have an auction. You know how the Duke keeps his position in this twisted black market. He has to stay ahead of everyone. They don’t call him The Duke of Criminal Recreation for nothing. It’s quite a specific name.” Another woman states as she leans against the doorjamb of my dressing room.

Verroa gasps, “You think he’ll sell his personal collection of Dolls?” Verroa walks over to me where I stand in nothing but black underwear in front of the three-sided mirror & studies me like a scientist does to a new bug, “How could he get rid of this Doll?! She is beautiful! And so wonderfully obedient! She is the best success that passed the Dollhouse Program. He said so himself.”

Stop talking about me like I’m not here.

“This Doll is the best. He’ll probably keep her. But you have to prepare her for the runway show anyway.”