You'd seen her before, always in the mall. You assume she's just another living display piece, showing off how clothing moves and drapes during the day, gracing a window at night.<br /><br />But you'd never seen her in a window. Maybe she's personal property? But she's always alone in the mall, surely she'd freeze up without her owner around.<br /><br />So... Is she a free mannequin? Not beholden to a store or owner? You know it could happen, it's just rare that it does. Living mannequins trend to become property pretty quickly.<br /><br />Lost in thought, you fail to notice her walking over.<br /><br />"Hi! I've seen you around a lot. And noticed you checking me out."<br /><br />You start to stammer out an apology, but she shushes you with a plastic finger on your lips and a gentle laugh.<br /><br />"Don't worry, I'm made to be checked out. And I've checked you out too! And I have to say you've turned me on a few times."<br /><br />Your cheeks would be flushed red saying something like that, but hers stay pure white.<br /><br />"So, as you can probably guess I'm my own mannequin. I paif a lot of money to be this way, but it's worth every penny. And I still have enough left over to indulge in other hobbies," She puts her hand on yours, "like collecting mannequins."<br /><br />Your heart races.<br /><br />"Come home with me. You're wasted in the window here. Be mine."<br /><br />As she speaks you feel the hold the store has on you slip away. And her voice becomes your world.<br /><br /><br />Image made with WombotAI