She tries to ignore them, and continue on

These puppets were peculiar, but were freaking her out, so Mary continued on towards the other door, to see the rest of the place. The door itself is very old looking, like old rotten wood with a rusted faux-gold doorknob in the center of it. Quite odd, since the rest of the building looks brand new, or heavily cleaned the second it was looked at. This door is wildly out of place in comparison that Mary was starting to have second thoughts about this venture. She tentatively reached for the handle, checking around it to make sure she wouldn't get a splinter from the old thing, or might accidentally make it fall off it's hinges with an errant breath.

The whole door makes a loud cracking sound at merely her touching the knob, and makes a worse snapping sound as she twists it. Mary winces as she does so, almost afraid of breaking the door and being held responsible for the damages. Once the door is loose from it's catch, she pulls it open gently, making the noises of hinges that have never seen a drop of oil ever. Because of the loud noise of the hinges, Mary couldn't hear the quiet giggles and shuffling behind her.

Before she can fully open it however, Mary's body is yanked backwards by some unknown ****, making her gasp in surprise. Mary softly hit the ground on her backside, and was looking around, trying to find what caused it. Mary tried to get up, but was stunned by the voice she heard suddenly cry from seemingly everywhere. Very melodic and snootily, it scolds her, "Non non non, what are you doing?! You can't go out there," And Mary was flung lightly upwards into a **** standing up position again by the same pull that yanked her on her rear, "You're not dressed for it yet!"

Mary huffs, no doubt upset at this phantom tugging at her form, and is a little scared, _because _it's a phantom tugging of unknown origin. "Look, who-Whatever you might be, I'm not in the mood for being messed with-" "OH! But you ARE, my dear~" The voice lilted, "You broke the rules, which means your contract is void to moi!"

Mary took pause to this...Was this voice implying that they were..."Well sure I did, but nobody would tell me why! You expect me to follow these outlandish rules without cause?"

"YES!" cried the voice loudly, making Mary cover her ears for a second, "*Ahem* I mean, of course. It's called 'being an employee and following the house rules' y'know. But I wouldn't expect that being a trait of yours to be honest. A diva like all the others, always getting your way..."

Mary was about to argue, before she recollects that, yes, not a lot have told her no before. So instead she looked petulant at the empty air, annoyed that she can't argue. But in doing so spotted something very disturbing on the walls...Or rather, the lack of something...

The dolls were all gone.

Mary was looking all around, wondering where they've gone, but the voice still continued, "As I was saying," And the room just sort of...shifted before Mary's eyes, rippling between different rooms, glances of furniture and fixtures waving in and out of focus, walls of different paints and hues spilling into each other, undecided on the base to settle as. "You can't go out there, you are not correctly dressed for the presentation. Mostly because there wasn't a presentation set up!"

And then the room slowed down to a stop. and the end result ended in what seemed to be a lavish dressing room; Tons of space everywhere, an adjustable chair affixed to the ground in front of the large vanity mirror, which has so much makeup and accessories over its wi-ide surface. On another wall is a set of hooks, displaying hung-up costumes and outfits of all their lewdness clearly shown in their designs. And of course, that wooden door was still there, but strangely not the staircase.

"Do take a seat, it will take me a minute to figure out what kind of play I would like to show with you. I'll be right with you." And with that, Mary was pulled towards the chair, this time, she thought to struggle, but it was like trying to gain traction when floating in space, getting flung into the chair backwards as the chair rotated to meet with her back.

Immediately, Mary decided not to play along and spring to her feet. If not for a **** wrapping her appendages to the chair, which swivelled back around to the mirror.

Mary was sitting there, struggling in vain, until the voice was back again, sounding ecstatic as it does. "Okay! I found one! Let's see...get her ready, my animated equipment, for tonight we're doing..."