You can’t help but agree.

This day you meet many more boys and men.

Some of them are so shy, that Linda has to take the pantyhose off your head by herself.

For others you obviously became the first woman, as you can tell by their timid touches.

Several sniff your pantyhosed face. One young man even tries to kiss you, but you don’t move and don’t answer. You are a mannequin, you are not obliged to.

Other than that, you are at these men’s disposal… at least, that’s what you think.

But then a rough man (you can’t see him because pantyhose still covers your face, but you smell his sour sweat) puts his hand on your crotch and tries to finger-fuck you. And Linda doesn’t hail him - he literally kicks the man.

“My dolls aren’t for fucking, you country bumpkin! Get out”, - she adds with her signature cold voice.

And when the might-have-been customer leaves the store, Linda caresses you.

“Are you ok?” - you nod, and she continues, - “Don’t worry, I was joking. Of course you ARE for fucking. But this privilege is mine”.

You can’t wait for her to use this privilege.

When the last male customer takes the last pantyhose off your face, Linda sees him out and then closes the door.

“Phew! These days always drain me. I think you understand me now” - she smiles.

Fuck, of course you do.

“But the store made a good profit today. And all this situation with a gunned guy has finally paid off. In cash, like I prefer it”.

Hell, after two days with Linda you have completely forgotten about that pursuer!

And that means that now you can go anywhere without the risk of being killed!

“But you aren’t free yet. I own your body for several more hours until midnight”.

Yeah, and at midnight your carriage will turn back into a pumpkin…

Okay, that’s a wrong fairytale. Yours tells about the Ice Queen, that could melt someday… but you are still working on it. So, what was she saying about using your body?...

“I want to celebrate the good sales” - Linda looks around, - “But not here. I’m little tired of this store”

You bet!