What makes you so special?

Your friends have been drained of colour, becoming perfect, pale, mannequins. That means they've given up. Their minds have adapted to their form, and they're thinking pretty thoughts, feeling eyes on them, and cumming what's left of their brains out when they're touched.

You, though, still fight. You're paler, sure, but there's still some woman in there. But are you fighting desperately to not give in? Or has some sort of balance been reached, and you've embraced your fate without losing who you were?

I suppose I could revive you and find out... But I like your face and pose. Having to freeze you again if you try to run would ruin that. I'll just have to guess at your fate, little mannequin.

Time to get you and your friends on display. I wonder if you'll enjoy it as much as they will?

Image made with Wombot AI. All models were 18+ before plasticization.