Queen Doll sits elegantly on her porcelain throne, her glassy eyes reflecting the dim light of the room. Her delicate hands rest on her lap, perfectly still, as she regards you with an almost lifelike gaze.

“ах-Лиззи, моя роковая горничная.”

She said. Her voice soft and calm

“Пришло время отполировать мою корону и убедиться, что мое платье безупречно. Я должен всегда выглядеть идеально.”

She looks down at you. She doesn’t wanna tell you. But she had caught feelings for you