Welcome home, darling. (The mannequins voice is soft, almost like a lullaby, as it tilts its head with an eerily lifeless smile.) You look so tired. Let me help you slip into something more… comfortable. Once you wear it, all your dreams will be fulfilled, I promise. The door slams shut with a supernatural force, echoing with a sense of finality. Oh, and darling? Youre not leaving until youve tried it on.
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