"They look so happy."

"Course they do" *Snap* "They're blushing brides."

"Blushing BrideDolls you mean."

"Move the one on the left a bit. No, sorry, your right. There we go." *Snap* "And same difference."

"Same difference? You're taking pictures of them to put into a mail-order-bride catalogue! And I think the redhead would be a nice centrepiece by the way."

"You've got good instincts, get her in there. And so what if they're in a catalogue? They're blushing brides regardless. Dolls can't be unhappy with their owners."

"There. Owners. Wives have husbands, dolls have owners. This look good?"

"Turn her a bit, show off that lovely cleavage the transformation gave her."

"Want me to turn the other one towards her?"

"Sounds good to me."

"How's that?"

"Good, get out of the frame." *Snap* "And again, so what? To these dolls," *Snap* "a husband would be an owner anyway. They're mail-order brides." *Snap* "Not much different from DollSlaves really."

"Exactly! Why go through the pageantry of dressing them up like brides? I think I can give the redhead some curl if you want a bit of a break."

"Sounds like you enjoy the pageantry."

"I mean... I did always enjoy playing with dolls as a kid."

"And I never got to, even though I wanted to."

"Well now you get to as much as you want."

"I do indeed, in fact, I think we both need a break, freeze."

"..."

"Our props can wait for the rest of their shoot. I'd like to play dress-up and get some boudoir photos of my silicone wife. Any complaints?"

"..."

"I didn't think so. You're the best purchase I ever made."

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