Peon returns with her sister a few minutes later. The slender dolls holding their hands together. Each is dressed matching. You couldn't even tell them apart. If Sunset wanted to, they wouldn't be able to tell each other apart either. Their skirts are short, black silk with white frills all over, high fishnet stockings revealing just a sliver of bare porcelain skin on their legs, leading down to impossibly high heels also in black, white bows atop the feet. Moving up, the blouses mimic the skirts, black and white with frills all over, corsets taking advantage of the doll's lack of biology to heighten their figures, cupping their delicate breasts. Each has a white ribbon atop their cleavage, nestled in layers of white lace frills. The dress stops below the shoulders, restarting again along the arms, a pair of long gloves, black and white silk blended together in an impossibly intricate fashion, coating the doll's arms, finger tips uncovered for more delicate work. The collars around their necks have been ornamented, the silk enhancing the ruby, making it pop out more than before. Their auburn hair is tied up, a large black ribbon on each, maid's hat nestled atop their heads.
