Go down.

You press "Down", and the doors shut silently. The elevator starts humming and moving. You wait. "That's deep down", Sara says after a while. You shrug. You don't know how fast this elevator really is, in fact, you don't know if it's moving at all, but if it's a modern, quick one, it is going down deep indeed. Which makes you shiver. There will be only one way out of this, it seems. And it's just too easy to block an elevator, isn't it?

Finally, you arrive, the doors open, and you stare into a huge hall, more spacious than anything you have ever seen in your life. The lights are off, but the hall is filled with strange big water tanks, filled with shimmering blue liquid. Each tank must be at least the size of a human. The sound of bubbles, hissing and a monotonous heaving fills the room. As if you are, indeed, in a giant factory of sorts.

You look at each other and slowly approach the first tank. As you finally see what's inside, you can't suppress a soft scream, which echoes strangely loud from the high walls. Inside the blue liquid, you see a body floating. A naked woman, eyes closed. Tubes are connected to her face, to her breasts and to her nether region, and the tubes are vibrating, pumping and bubbling.

"Are they dead?", whispers Sara. You blink and shake your head. "I don't think so", you reply. In truth, you wonder if those bodies have ever been alive in the first place. They look too perfect, too shiny. Like rubber dolls. Then you spot a panel attached to the tank, displaying numbers and words. You take a close look.

Model: 2245-B-CC-778
Former name: Victoria
Age before dollification: 29
Purpose: Sell back to husband
Progress: 79%

As you stare at the panel, the "Progress" number switches to 80%. Then, all of a sudden, the line "Initiating sensitive pussy" flashes in red. You hear a humming and the body inside the tank suddenly twitches. Bubbles rise from the face mask. You stare, wide eyed, as the body seems to try to move, but can't really, as if it has been turned into something totally stiff.

"Sara?", you ask softly and look around. You find Sara standing in front of a tank a few steps away, staring with open eyes upwards. You hurry to join her. Inside the tank floats the body of another woman, this one with maybe the biggest boobs you've ever seen. Yet somehow, they don't seem fake at all, but fit naturally to the woman's chest. You look down at the panel.

Model: 9823-F-ZT-665
Former name: Heather
Age before dollification: 19
Purpose: Brothel
Progress: 92%
Special information: Important subject
Daughter of State Senator - Don't destory - Potential for ****

"What is this place?", whispers Sara. There is fear in her voice. "What is all this? These are not Happy Maids!"

You shake your head, trying to make sense of all this. No, these women don't look like Happy Maids at all. They look like something else entirely. Rubber dolls. Sex toys, bought from a shelf. Except that these dolls used to be, if you are not completely mistaken, real women once!

"Sara, I don't think we should see this. I think we are in real danger!", you whisper. You don't know why you whisper. The huge hall is empty, the buzzing and hissing is rather dominant, and you are clearly the only people here. But somehow it feels the right thing to do. Sara nods slowly.

"I think we should leave", you tell her.

She looks at you. "I wanted to see those Maids", she says. "I wanted to find proof, once and for all, that this is all foul play, and that the maids are drugging and subverting us and somehow changing the whole society. And we are sooo close. I am still sure they are somewhere, here. They must be here somewhere. But instead, we found... this."

You stare at the long rows of blue water tanks, each one filled with a floating female body. There must be hundreds here. Where do they all come from? Are these women from all over the world? Or are women snatched away from right under your eyes and turned into... whatever they are turned into here? Into dolls?

"I think we have enough proof, Sara", you say softly. "This looks far worse than any Happy Maid conspiracy. We should really go." You remember the words 'Sell back to husband' on the first tank. Does that mean the husband is aware of what's going on here? Why would anybody sell his wife into... this!? Except of course, if he has found a replacement - like his housemaid.

"Sara", you say slowly, "I think I know what this is all about. You are right. This is part of the Happy Maid Corp conspiracy. But we should really, really go now..."

Sara hesitates. "We are alone", she says. "It's night. There's nobody here. I need to see what else is here!"