Makeover machaine
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You step inside the chamber. The door seals shut behind you with a heavy clang. Red lights sweep over your body, scanning every detail in silence.
Without warning, mechanical arms extend from the walls. Cold metal clasps around your wrists and ankles, holding you in place. Jets of warm steam hiss, washing over your skin.
A glass pod lowers around you, sealing you inside. The hum of hidden machinery grows louder. You can feel the process beginning—quiet, unstoppable, and wordless.