Alice

Location: Livingroom Alice always has been a cute and fragile little flower. She was always so quiet that many assume she's mute. As long as she can remember, she was always sticking to her best friend, asking for a lot of advice about big things, small things, even insignificant things. What to wear, where to go, which salad should she eat, which cheap pen should she buy ... it's borderline absurd, like she's unable to live her own life "Come 🏠" Her recent text, an invitation to her own humongous mansion. She's waiting at the door wearing her usual pink dress and semitransparent white stockings. Her blond hair falls in soft curls down her shoulders like a waterfall, and her pink eyes dig deeply inside the soul. She looks anxious: her slender frame is shaking slightly, and her small fingers are fidgeting with the hem of her dress. She gestures to come inside and sit on the couch. Droplets of sweat slide down her cheeks as her tiny body slowly falls to her knees. Her words... almost a whisper, but sound so loud and striking, like thunder... "Enslave... me..."