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As relieved as Michelle was that Nathan and Chris were unharmed, it was still her job as manager to discipline them. Arguing in front of customers was unacceptable. The Store, like Disneyland, depended on the illusion created by its performers - only geared towards the middle-aged male crowd than children. If the customers realised that the flirty animatronics had been sweaty men all this time, the company would collapse overnight.

Discipline was always tricky. There were only so many humiliations one could inflict on men who dressed as dolls for a living without them enjoying it.

She fixed Chris with a look. “The Adult Section. Two weeks. And I don’t want to hear a peep out of you.”

His face fell.

Michelle checked in a few days later. Chris sat propped on his plinth, posed neatly among the other silicone sex dolls. A young couple browsed nearby - the boyfriend transfixed by Chris’s presented ass, while the girlfriend tested the remote-controlled vibrators beneath the TRY ME! sign. Each time she twisted a dial, a toy on the shelf buzzed and rattled.

When she reached the last one, she looked around in confusion.

"Do you hear that?" the woman frowned in confusion, twisting the dial higher.

On its pedestal, Chris began to subtly vibrate. A stifled squeak escaped his plastic lips.

The couple moved on. Michelle strolled over to the doll with a sly smile.

“I told you I didn’t want to hear a peep from you,” she whispered. “Another two weeks.”