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absolutely identical twins, except one’s eyes were green, the other’s violet.
    “Just in, we have the Seductive Siren,” Svetlana pointed to violet eyes, “and the Homewrecking Hottie,” Svetlana pointed to green eyes.
    Simon looked from one to the other. “What’s the difference?”
    “Well, the Seductive Siren works best as a gift, you see. If a rich gentleman wanted to give his friend the gift of lifelong service, but the friend was reluctant to take such a thing, he might choose the Seductive Siren. She could even manage to convince a man and wife to take her in.”
    “And the Homewrecking Hottie?”
    “A very specialized model, Sir. Very exclusive. I’m sure you wouldn’t want anything to do with it. After all, you are buying together.”
    “I’m interested, now” said Hayley. Exclusive indeed! What a bunch of rubbish. “What does it do?”
    “It’s more of the model chosen by...disgruntled husbands or partners, who want their wives to be around, but not so much of a problem, let’s say. If a man wanted his wife to step down and let someone more beautiful take the role, someone more...appropriately tempered for a man of his station, then he might choose this model. As I said, I’m sure it’s not for you.”
    Such talk was rather scary to think about. Someone replacing their chosen partner just because they had tired of them. Frightening! Hayley was glad she didn't have to worry about it.
    “I think,” said Hayley finally, “that we will just be very happy with the Basic Maid model, at this time. The one who can clean, cook, all of that. None of the other special features, though. None of that...lactation, business. I don’t want to see any milk in my home.”
    “Sure,” said Simon. “That sounds great.”
    He was still looking, with intense lust, at the Homewrecking Hottie. She was sort of his type, Hayley knew. Those smoldering eyes, that thick dark hair. Sometimes, Hayley would wear a dark-haired wig during sex to shake things up a bit. Simon loved it.
    “Of course,” said Svetlana. She turned to Simon, slipping her arm into his. “Now, Sir, I assume you are the buyer?”
    Simon smiled, quite taken with her attention. “Um, yes, sure.”
    Hayley rolled her eyes. He was just saying that because he had a hard-on. None of the blood was going to his head.
    “Please follow me?” said Svetlana. “We just have a few final payment details to discuss.”
    “Actually, it’s my money—” Hayley started.
    But they were already gone through the door at the end of the line of bimbos, and Hayley was alone.
    Fine, whatever. Simon knew what she wanted well enough. She had been talking about it for weeks now, and he was such a very good listener. One of his many good qualities.
    It was very quiet in the hangar. All around Hayley were the bimbos, staring blankly ahead.
    One tilted her head at her—the seductive siren.
    “Giggle?” said the Siren, cocking her head.
    It sounded like a request.
    Hayley snorted. Most certainly not! Hayley didn’t giggle. She was a proper lady, not some bimbo slut.
    “Giggle.”
    This was the Homewrecking Hottie now, stepping forward to the end of her ropes. It sounded much, much more like a command. The Siren stepped forward as well, looking at Hayley expectantly.
    Hayley, for a moment, thought she was in danger. A pretty woman, like herself, alone in a room like this. And Svetlana had been so cold , so mean . Could she have ordered something to happen?
    But...no. Svetlana was a servant. She couldn’t do anything Hayley didn’t say, explicitly. That meant none of these other bimbos could, either. This was just...some display. Some show, or something.
    Right?
    Down the line, the rest of the bimbos stepped forward, leaning over at the waist to stare at Hayley. Their long hair dripped down to the floor. They all started to join in, all the bimbos.
    “Giggle,” they said, their voices soft and breathy. “Giggle. Giggle!”
    Hayley laughed nervously, backing up.