You hear them. The delicate metallic clicks of her feet as She approaches. Her voice, a disconcerting mix synthetic vocals, organic sighs and metallic screeching. Beautiful and maddening. A clawed porcelain hand gently caresses your cheek with the back of a razor sharp digit.

:[Mine Love, have you yet considered completion?~]:

You look up into her... "Face'. Or rather, lack thereof. A blank featureless expanse of porcelain like metal where her face might have once been, save for her smiling lips, motionless as she vocalises.