Nice, of course.

Ross stood in stunned silence at the threshold, completely bewildered. Marissa stepped past him and into the foyer.

"Do you like it?" she asked earnestly.

He nodded, looking around. It appeared to be the entrance to a large, well-kept house. The front door opened to a spacious foyer with exits to the left and right and a set of stairs at the back. In contrast to the opulence of the rest of the house, it had a more austere elegance. Marble floors, off-white walls, and abstract paintings full of yellows and greens gave it a serene atmosphere.

He stepped in and glanced around. To the left was a luxurious drawing room with a baby grand piano, and to the right a hallway led past several doors to what appeared to be a living room.

"The dressing room is on the second floor," Marissa told him. "Do you want to come pick out some outfits for us?"

With a nod, the group was going up the stairs. "Man, I hope I get something sexy," he heard Jane saying behind him. "Ross might like seeing a little less of me."

"Can you can the self-deprecating stuff?" he asked. "It's a little weird."

"You got it," she said agreeably.

The second floor had the same layout as the first, a long hallway with doors branching off on one side. Marissa led him to the second door and opened it for him.

Ross was shocked to see a room full of clothed golems standing perfectly still. They were arranged in three neat lines and after a second he realized what they were for.

"I guess you don't have much need for mannequins around here."

"Very observant," Jane said and Madison snickered. "Want to start with me? My row's on the left."

Ross examined the line of golems. There were about twenty, all proportioned exactly like Jane and wearing sunglasses. Each had a completely unique outfit on.

"Why do they all have sunglasses?" he asked.

"You wanna make eye contact with a living mannequin?" Sarah countered. "We've tried closing our eyes but that just makes us look like dead bodies. Trust me, it's for the best. Now, what are we thinking? I like this one..."

She pointed to a mannequin wearing a short plaid miniskirt with a skimpy black tank top. Fishnet stockings ran from her mid-thigh to the black boots she wore. She stepped forward and put a hand on one hip, striking a slightly standoffish pose.

"Maybe," he said. "It's a little punk-y for my tastes. What do you think, Madison?"

Madison looked the girl over. "I don't know," she said after several seconds. "It's hard to figure out. I don't know what I even think right now."

"Oh, right." Ross quickly unmodified her and she shook her head to clear it.

"...whew, thanks. I wasn't gonna be much help like that. Now that I'm back in the real world, I think that outfit looks amazing! I'd just add two things."

"Yeah?" Sarah asked keenly. "What do you think?"

"A nose ring and Ross's cock in your mouth."

Marissa snorted with laughter and Sarah rolled her eyes. "Great input," she said. "What do you think, Ross?"

"Let's start with the nose ring," he said. The golem began to systematically strip her outfit off, handing each piece to Sarah. The rest of the Sarah-sized golems filed out of the room and Ross turned his attention to the next row.