"I need a glass of water..." Amelia leans her head back onto the stranger's chest as their arms hold her close. "Maybe a splash on my face, too. Am I excused?" 

"I'm happy to call it here, I'm impressed at your commitment to tell the truth... but I can't be seen playing favourites. The time I can personally spend with you in a day is limited, I'll leave you in the care of my right hand and eagerly await our time together tomorrow." Gloved right hand strokes over Amelia's cheek as the two stand and a sudden snap has her blinking before she realises it's not meant for her. "Seven and Twelve, come tend to my guest or I'll reduce your breaks to... ah, I don't think I can make them any shorter haha... whoops." 

Amelia watches the person who just treated her body like treasured property turn their back to her, removing cuffs from their neglected doll and giving the girl their arm to lean on. "Why? I thought... thought you could do whatever you wanted, right? Can't you make as much time as you please?" She flattens down her skirt and catches her breath, wondering why she's suddenly so adamant.

"I wasn't expecting you to become so needy quite so soon, I can't say I dislike it. You're right of course, but making you wait is just more fun for me. Until then, consider yourself on standby." The stranger gives a wink and Amelia looks down at her feet, embarrassed. The words have an obvious connotation with that doll on the other's arm, making Amelia feel ashamed for not correcting such a comparison. 

As she watches her new fixation walk away with alluring sway, Amelia finds herself approached by those same two helpers from before, dressed in navy coveralls. At a closer glance Amelia notices that the two are not only handcuffed together but chained together at those thick collars they wear, too. "Oh uhm... hello there. Three questions."

The stranger's right hand does not return a friendly look, at least half of it doesn't. One stares her down with dirty blonde bangs while the curly haired brunette returns a soft, placid smile. "Ask away, I'll answer if I'm allowed to. Owner told me all about you, you're very lucky."

Amelia gives half a smirk, recalling that the dolls chosen for one on one with sir were supposedly meant to feel lucky and well, wasn't she chosen today too? "Firstly, which of you is Seven and which is Twelve?" 

The girls give her an odd look before the sharper one answers bluntly. "I'm Seven and Twelve, are you dense?" 

"Oh I... see. Well now my second question seems moot. I was going to say that surely binding you together makes you far less effective helpers but..."

"Don't worry, sweetie, it's a common mistake!" The brunette smiles softly, taking Amelia's hand in hers. "And your third question, love?" 

The student finds this to be the strangest of all she's witnessed here so far. Two women convinced that they are but one, her imagination runs wild at the peculiar name and yet she doesn't think to ask. "Ah, where can I find a restroom?"

Amelia sighs in front of the mirror and inspects herself with some shyness, noticing how red her face is even after dousing it in cold water. Did she really sound needy, thinks the girl with gentle lip bite. She knows she's going to take plenty of notes when she gets home. Except... "Oh, fuck!" Amelia quickly dries her face and runs into Seven and Twelve outside of the restroom, hands around each other's waists with their noses touching. "Uh... am I interrupting?"

"I was just warming myself up, what's it to you?" Mutters the blonde one, grabbing Amelia's arm before she shakes them off. 

"I can walk myself out, thank you very much. If you do that again I... I'll tell." She huffs, wishing she could have worded the threat less pathetically but in too much of a rush to consider her words. 

The unfriendly half whistles mockingly, raising her hand up as the other curiously follows. "Fine, fine, I'll be keeping an eye on you though. Hope you enjoyed your stay, doll."

Amelia swallows her retort and almost gags on it, nodding civilly before exiting the warehouse with haste. She has to wait for Seven and Twelve to unlock the door and let her out, making her little skip feel pointless in the end. 

The student quickly catches the bus after waving it down and returns to her college building, even sleepier than she had found it before. With impeccable timing the girl almost crashes into her coursemate, a girl even shier than herself though better at making friends. On this occasion she finds the mousy blonde alone, clutching Amelia's bookbag along with her own. "Oh, hi! You uh, you left this earlier along with your coffee. I binned it for you, went cold and gross and uh... here." The girl unloads Amelia's bag with a light blush that has the dark brunette feeling paranoid.

"And my notepad?" 

"I closed it and put it in your bag..." She left it open? Amelia really was in a rush to return to that place to be so reckless... as she observes the other with some scrutiny, the girl wonders whether the other took a peek before she closed it.

"How's your paper coming along, Dani?" While she would not consider them friends, Amelia does engage in small talk with this girl on occasion. Though it is never usually so purposeful. 

"Oh uh, ahaha... you know. I mean... you know, you know?" The blonde is really staring, to the point that Amelia finds herself running out of patience. No discipline like those well trained dolls, apparently. 

"Okay Dani cut the shit. What's your problem? You're gawking at me like you want me to take you out for a walk, something on my face? If I find out you read my notes then I'll--"

"N-no, it's just. There's the collar... and then the lipstick. I'm just surprised, Amelia, like really surprised. I thought you weren't into that sorta stuff or uh, any sorta stuff really." The girl laughs nervously, making Amelia want to push her against a locker like they're back in high school. 

"Oh this? It's just a fashion thing I mean I'm not- wait, lipstick?" 

"On your jaw? I wish I had that confidence, ahaha..." 

On her jaw? Amelia runs a finger over it and gasps. Why can't she remember how she got such a mark? Was it there when she was looking at herself in the mirror earlier?

Amelia blushes hard.