Dial it back a bit.

"If you'd like," the cheerful golem said, "We can help you pick out names. It seems like the lady may have a bit of difficulty right now."

"Me?" Madison asked sluggishly, pointing to herself. "Yeah."

"No thanks," Ross said and put two fingers to Madison's forehead. A moment later her eyes widened and slowly swam into focus.

"...wow," she said, blinking rapidly. She looked around, awestruck. "I... wow. That was wild."

"Yeah?" Ross asked. "You back with me?"

She looked at him a moment then starting laughing.

"Yeah, I'm back. Phew, that was- ahaha, that was incredible! What the fuck? It's like everything just stopped being real, like the whole world turned into a sketch! God, it's so weird, babe, it was like I saw everything from orbit. Like I knew what was happening but it was so far away, so insignificant... hey, you haven't named them yet!"

"No Shortstack," Ross grumbled. The shorter golem nodded in confirmation.

"Ok, how about... Sarah?" Madison suggested. The golem turned to Ross and he confirmed it.

"Thank you!" Sarah said. "I like it."

"Let's call the first one we picked Marissa and the brunette Jane," Ross said, tired of the conversation. They gratefully affirmed their new names.

"We should dress them up," Madison said. "Since they're acting like real people and everything."

Ross was surprised. "You want to see less of them?"

Madison smiled and gestured to the line of nude woman that he hadn't picked. "Man, if you want to see skin, you can see it. Around here wearing clothes can set them apart, you know? It'll improve the experience, trust me."

Ross was convinced. Before he could tell Marissa to follow suit, she spoke up again.

"That's a great idea! Our team is assembling a sampling of clothes for us to try on in your suite. Why don't I fill you in on how you can use our facilities on the way?"

"Uh, sure," Ross said.

"Hey, babe, I've already heard this spiel..." Madison said. When he gave her a blank look, she sighed. "Can you hit me with the modifier again? It just feels nice, like a vacation from... um. Thanks."

Madison was now smiling vacantly at him. With Sarah and Jane in a neat line behind him, Marissa sidled up to Ross and extended her arm. He put his hand in the crook of her elbow and she led him down the hallway.

"Our estate is staffed with tens of thousands of golems, any of which may commanded for any task at any time. We have specialized scripts and modifiers to suit any needs you have that aren't part of the basic script we all come with. You can literally name anything a human being can do and as long as it isn't harmful to Ms. Hill, yourself, the property, or the other guests, we'll do it."

"Wow, so it's like-"

"Ms. Hill considers this place her life's work and her husband's legacy," Marissa interrupted smoothly. "She finds it highly distasteful to compare it to a work of fiction. Now, you've already seen our ad hoc stage productions, but that's just the tip of the iceberg. With a word you can have a world-class steak, a blowjob, helicopter lessons, or a bust of yourself. Crazy, right?"

They had reached the atrium and at the bottom of the long staircase staircase that wound around the perimeter. Suddenly Ross felt himself being pushed gently downward by the shoulders. He let go of Marissa's arm and fell back into a makeshift chair created by Sarah and Jane interlocking their arms. It was surprisingly comfortable.

"Case in point," Marissa said. "Would you like to ride the rest of the way?"

Ross nodded. "Uh, yeah. Thanks."

"Anytime," Sarah said with a wink. They started up the stairs, with Marissa to his side and Madison trailing them mutely.

"Madison's already told you about how our personalities work. Keep in mind you can alter us at will if you don't like how we're behaving. I've noticed that you respond better to informal, friendly behavior, so I'm acting less servant-y and more like a friend. If you want me to stop, just tell me."

"No," Ross said quickly. "No, this is great. Thank you."

They reached the top of the stairs and set off down another corridor. Marissa grinned broadly. "Thank you! I'm glad to hear you like me. The same applies for Sarah and Jane, of course. Now, we ask that you try not to damage the golems. Accidents happen, of course, and we are easily repaired, but Ms. Hill considers it disrespectful to deliberately harm us."

The crew had come to a stop at a large blue door set into a small recess in the wall. Ross stood from his seat and Sarah and Jane unlinked their hands, returning to a standing posture. Marissa gestured to the door and Ross stepped forward and opened it.