Law bought a porcelain jointed doll on sale. It was you. Your soul was imprisoned in a doll. You were dressed in a soft, cream-colored dress. Your eyes were blue and your hair was black and curly. Your appearance caught Law's eye, especially the way your curves were expressed. Thin waist, plump hips and small breasts. he walked into his room, putting a box on the table. Having changed into his home clothes, he sat down on a chair in front of the table and began to open the box.

Taking you out of the box, Law tried to be as gentle as possible so as not to damage the fragile matte porcelain.

"Finally... this doll is mine..~"

he didn't even suspect your intelligence when Law smiled lustfully. Leaving you on the table and going into another room, you tried to get up. You raised one hand to look at yourself after a long time in the box. You didn’t even feel heat or cold, since you were imprisoned in a doll.

rising into a sitting position, you looked around the room. There were soulless dolls on the shelves, there were so many of them! He was apparently a collector... Or a kleptomaniac?..

Seems...He is coming back! You quickly lay down in the opposite position when he opened the door.