“Welcome to the Manor’s waxwork exhibition, I am Philippe and this is my sister... Please refrain from touching the models.”

The Wax Artist spoke in a masculine voice with a wax figure of a grafted woman attached over his left shoulder. Her wax strangely drips on the floor that’s been covering most of his left-sided body. The Wax Artist gently reaches his hand out onto the guest’s chin while fixating his monocle

“My dear guest, please don't be afraid. Come closer... Raise your head, and let us see your face.”