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Once upon a time not so long ago there was a place called KajiraFalls, where women gathered to learn to be works of art. The area was Protected by many patrons, but was mostly run by two simple slave girls. They would trade training, for things the commune needed. Like tasta's, bina, craps of cloth, clay for pottery.. even the odd vulo.
One day a textile merchant came to the commune and saw the girls dance and traded old scraps of fancy cloth for the training of his own slaves. The offer was accepted and the girls taught, the Man happy promised to bring the rags and tiny pieces from all his travels..
Unsure what to do with so many tiny patches the girls gave it much thought.. They realized that new girls needed some one that they could cry to as they made the adjustments from the fantasy of freedom, to the true and rightness of slavery. With the dolls they would either leant to treat a sister with care, or abuse her and have her fall apart. becoming friendless.
Thusly with the permission of thier Keepers every girl was given, thier very own doll. Something like this one...
We, who rember the past .. hope you enjoy.