This doll factory is a bit more than it seems with living dolls running the show.  But as things come to light Fran's life will never be the same.  (This story is only on my Patreon All-Access tier.)

             He grasped the square door handle.  “That is an excellent question, my dear.  One that deserves an answer.”  He pushed the door open, and Fran covered her eyes as blinding light flooded through.  “So, step this way as I answer it.”

             She slowly stepped through the portal.  “But I thought you said things would be less shiny the deeper we went in.”  She rapidly blinked her eyes.  “I can hardly see.”  Fran rubbed her eyes as she tried to ascertain her surroundings.  “Pepper?  Where are you?”

             “I am sorry for this.”

             “Huh?”

             The lights suddenly dimmed, and Fran found herself in a strange multi-colored room.  Vats and strange metal contraptions were strewn about the room. But that isn’t what caught her eye. All around her stood strange-looking human-sized dolls, some having the look of toys she would find in a toy shop, others having the look from a more exotic shop.  “What is this?”  Her eyes fell upon Pepper, who was shivering between two blow-up dolls.  “You dragged me in here to look at your merchandise?” She giggled. “I didn’t know you made sex dolls. They are kind of cute.”

             “Don’t call me cute!”

             The other doll crossed her squeaky arms.  “I don’t know.  You are kind of cute.”

             Fran took a few steps back.  “Did they. . . just talk?”

             “Of course, we talk.  What makes you think we can’t!”