No longer able to protest or resist, the girls were posed and dressed in various
fairly "cute" outfits, to what end only the robots and perhaps those who made them knew.
The process, born of some terrible alien technology, had rendered all of them the same...mutely they stood, their glassy eyes fixed straight ahead.
Of whether or not there survived any spark of consciousness, they gave no hint, their glossy limbs frozen in the poses chosen by their new masters.
And why??? Because it was.....The Night of the Doll-Makers!!!
Thanks as always for having a look!^^