They exchanged giggles suspiciously, eyeing me in between whispers. The dark-haired doll uttered encouragements into Mistress' ear. She blushed in response.
A gentle push sent her in my direction, each step more hesitant than its predecessor.
"Yue?" She bit her lip, blanching the rose out of her cheeks. Was I as frightening as Keroberos made me out to be in his poor impersonations?
"Hmm," I acknowledged my name, avoiding inflection and follow-up inquiries.
She pressed on, "You are very handsome… and tall…"
I remained expressionless.
She took this as invitation to continue, "I was wondering- could we dress you up?"