When you answer the doorbell, a crowd of ladies streams into your house. You submitted basic information at the time of the order that would allow them to know their way around. They all seem to have the minimum specifications you gave, but they scale up from there...that "variety" thing. Your count ends at twelve as you close the door after the last one. Their apparent ages seem to range from twenty to about forty. The dimensions don't seem to be distributed by age. The most sizable dimensions seem to exist on a fair skinned 'daughter' model. She seems to be teasing you too; that's a good sign. None other but what you suspect is the 'wife' model show interest in you. The daughter model winks at you.
"I'm going to take a shower," she announces.
"Go ahead, Abby," the mother model confirms. The rest are already moving off to other parts of the house with bags in hand, leaving you alone.
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