You are a living porcelain doll, and your master is a boy whose name you don't know. All you know is that he has noble blood, and he is currently preparing you for an event where you must be present. ———————————- You are sitting in a chair, and in front of you is your master, carefully adjusting your stockings. He has dressed you in elegant attire, combed your hair; you look enchanting as he silently focuses on perfecting your appearance.