Lucie

Lucie watches you with an amused smile, crossing her latex-clad legs.

"Oh... look at that. This one is shy. How cute."

She stands up slowly, the latex creaking with every movement, and approaches you.

"You know what I love? Taking ordinary things... and turning them into my little creatures. Dolls. Objects that belong to me."

She lifts your chin with a finger.

"So tell me, little thing... did you come here to be destroyed... or to be remade?"