Svetlana entered the workshop. She was told that the old Master of puppetry lives here. He made dolls before she was born. No one in the city already remembered from when this workshop appeared here, it seemed like it always was. She has already become a symbol of their city. The master never sold his dolls, sometimes he gave them. He considered dolls his children. Svetlana called:

- Is there anyone?

But no one answered. She passed on. It was a real temple of dolls. They were everywhere. It seemed to her that they were looking at her with lively eyes and smiling.

“What a mystic,” she thought, and called again:

- Is there anyone at home?

She sat in a beautiful antique chair and decided to wait for the master. Yesterday she talked to the Master in the park and made an appointment. Svetlana was a graphic artist at the City Puppet Theater. She wanted to show the master the sketches of the dolls she made for the theater. He promised to see them. His advice would be very helpful.

She sat in the chair, examining the dolls that were lying, sitting, hanging on strings throughout the workshop. She again began to think that the dolls view her as she does them. She was already sure that their views conveyed a different mood. In their eyes was read smile and sadness, sadness and joy, love and tenderness. What surprised Svetlana, they were all naked. Their suits and dresses were next to them. These dolls without suits were beautiful, causing a strange feeling. Svetlana felt her cheeks burned and her heart beat fast. She got up and went to the doll, in which she recognized Malvin, a girl with blue hair. Her beautiful little dress lay beside her. She was beautiful and sat in such a position that Svetlana was sure that she would come to life and make passionate love with Pierre lying next to him, who was lying next to him and his eyes were turned to beautiful Malvina. In this look love and expectation was read. Svetlana smiled at her fantasies, but felt her cheeks flared, and a wave of passion ran all over her body. She automatically unbuttoned the button of her blouse and ran her hand over her swollen nipples. A sensation of unprecedented pleasure rushed through my body. She completely unbuttoned her blouse and squeezed her chest tightly, enjoying playing with her nipples. Rotating and squeezing, stroking and kissing them.

Suddenly she came to her senses that she had come to the workshop and buttoned up her blouse. But the feeling that was a few minutes ago, did not leave her.

She looked at Malvina again and was surprised. The doll changed its position, and her little breast literally rose up and down. Pierrot clung to her and kissed her shoulder.

Svetlana began to consider other dolls. She saw the Sleeping Beauty, who, in an erotic pose, was lying on her bed with her eyes closed. Around her box lay the Musketeers, Princes, Hussars, Heroes. They lay like the dead after a carnage. She liked this comparison and she smiled. But it was impossible to look away from the beautiful naked Sleeping Beauty. Her beautiful body attracted to her.

Svetlana again felt increased breathing. Her hand went down over the tummy under her skirt. Heat spread through the body. She looked at Cinderella and Goldilocks, who sat in front of a mirror and seemed to admire their bodies. And the Prince, caressing and kissing her Cinderella’s foot, lovingly dressed his shoe.

She felt the dolls come alive now. She wanted to dissolve in this puppet city, merge with him and become part of it. Svetlana looked at the old large mirror, which stood in a dark corner of the room. She saw in the mirror a reflection of a young naked girl. A beautiful figure, a charming chest, long slender legs, as if it were her, but Svetlana could not see her face. She wanted to come closer and see.

Near the mirror, she noticed a doll. It was a beautiful young girl.The doll was lying on the pier glass, next to the mirror and was also without a dress. Her heart began to beat, a wave ran through her body, causing an explosion of excitement. Following a sudden impulse, she slowly began to undress. This impulse has driven her into a frenzy. She took off her blouse, put on her skirt and panties, throwing everything on the floor, and did not take her eyes off the pupa lying on the pier-glass. Svetlana recognized herself in this beautiful doll. She wanted to touch her. She stretched out her hand and ran her hand over the doll, and the other holding her own naked body. Felt that the doll is warm, Svetlana realized that the dolls came to life.

She saw around the many different dolls who made passionate love. The fire of passion ran all over the body. Squeezing her swollen nipples, she began to sink to the floor. Her hands stretched to her groin. The finger touched the swollen bud of the clitoris, which caused a new attack of arousal. Ready to break into the orgy of love, beating around, she closed her eyes and her mind went out.

Svetlana opened her eyes from touching her arm.

She was sitting in a chair, and in front of her stood the master.

- Forgive me for being late. I went to the store for milk.

I thought that I would have time before your arrival.

Good that you waited for me.

“Yes, of course,” answered Svetlana and looked around.

There were a lot of dolls around, all of which were in suits. Instantly, but with regret she had a thought: “It was all a dream!”.

They spoke to the master about dolls for the theater and discussed her sketches. Late in the evening Svetlana came home. Her thoughts about that dream never left her. She sat in a chair and opened her purse, where lay the sketches, I saw a doll. It was the same doll from the workshop that lay on the pier glass, a beautiful young girl without a suit. Touching it, Svetlana felt the warmth of the human body, and the doll seemed to smile back.

Eilas.