In the dimly lit room, the twins adorned you, short dress, carefully applied makeup, painted nails, everything to make you into a living doll.

You sat in front of them, their steady hands working with surgical precision, adjusting the seams of the dress, ensuring it hugged your curves flawlessly, fixing the rich red lipstick as it painted your lips.

The air was heavy with an almost eerie stillness as they stood before you, their sharp eyes taking in every detail of their creation, heads tilted in unison as they scrutinised every nuance.