Their names

"Your name is Cheerslut," he said to the redhead cheerleader.

"Got it!" Cheerslut giggled.

"And your name is even simpler: Maid."

"Oui, Monsieur," said Maid.

Sure, these women probably had actual names, but they were in Frank's world now...

Maid began to dust the house and even the 'action figures' in Frank's room, just as he left them with dog-walker fondling Asian's tits, and blonde still in handjob position.

Cheerslut was in the corner practicing her routine.

"Maid," Frank asked. "Doesn't it weird you out to be dusting literal people?"

Maid shook her head. "Ve aren't people anymore, Monsieur. Merely toys for your amusement."

"Do you know why that is?" Frank asked.

Maid shrugged. "I'm afraid not, Monsieur."

"One more thing. I have to worry about eating and stuff. Do you?"

Maid shook her head. "Again Monsieur, ve are action figures. Ve do not need food or drink."

That made Frank's new life easier.