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She would follow the man blankly, her dull eyes only brightening when he spoke to her. "Yes, Master." She gives him a wide, twisted grin, not one to be seen on the face of a sane, human girl, and curled her tiny fingers around the change placed in her pale hands. She bows her head before spinning on her heel, toward the jukebox. She seems to have come alive at his command, her steps delicate and light, even humming to herself under her breath. She pauses in front of the jukebox, slipping in the change and taking a moment to look through the selection. Seeing something definitely worth listening to, the girl grins again and selects the song; a number by Marilyn Manson. Giggling darkly, the girl turns away as the music begins playing, coming to stand by her master once again. She sits on the stool on his left. "Is this music satisfactory?" Her grin never wavers, her eyes finding his own.
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