<br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">The Dollmaker's Manor: Ballroom</span></span></div><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/PF5tiMC.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/GbKkePs.jpg)<br/>(https://i.imgur.com/3oLwvYL.jpg)</div><br/>After taking a moment to patch up some of the group's wounds, Falgrim proceeded with pushing open the door. This time nothing sprang to life to attack them, and as the door swung open it was almost as if they had opened up to a completely different world. First they were hit by the sound of music (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FPJOxkoVCjE), seemingly an entire orchestra. The dark, gloomy, wax clogged foyer gave way to a breathtakingly beautiful ballroom, painted in dark reds and bathed in light from a half dozen chandeliers hanging above. The large dance floor added to it's wondrous scale, making one wonder what kind of grand parties were meant to be hosted here.<br/><br/>However looking out onto the dance floor the party quickly realize they were not alone. Feminine figures made of porcelain and metal, living dolls just like Chinoise, perhaps some of the "siblings" she had mentioned before. There were 6 of them in total spread across the dance floor, seemingly split between 2 different models (3 each). They danced along to the music, though there was no orchestra in sight. Their routine was elegant and well coordinated, as if they were all following the same preset pattern. However there was something off about them. Every so often their movements would go stilted and jerky for a split second, and while it was difficult to see from afar, it seemed like there was some white substance caked in their joints, and the group already had a decent idea of what it was.<br/><br/>Still, even as they opened the door wider, none of the dancing dolls seemed to notice, or if they did they didn't break from their routine to confront the party.