She looked like a dancer, and he said so.She looked like a dancer, and he said so. "She is. Or was rather, now she's a maid, more or less," Lori replied. "What, er, what is it made of?" asked Flora, who already had a gleam in her eye. "Fiberglass reinforced resin. The base on this one is marble, although we usually make it from finished wood. The fiberglass is nearly a centimeter thick, so it is quite heavy. On the plus side, it's almost completely soundproof. Here, take a flyer." She handed each of them a color brochure containing pictures of the manufacturing process. While they read, and looked over the pictures, she continued. "As you can see, we first make a full body plaster cast of the subject. That's a lot of fun, even if it's not as useful as the finished item." Jason and Flora exchanged looks. They had both had the titillating, if somewhat frightening experience of full body casts not so very long ago. "Then, a positive is cast using steel-reinforced Hydrocal, which gives us a sturdy form, an exact duplicate of the slave. The fiberglass is laid up on that. That last picture there shows some options we made for a recent customer in the U. S.- interchangeable bust cups with various devices built in, head fittings, crotch accessories, and so on. The version I brought here is pretty basic- it's one of the first we ever made. Oh and of course, you can have your choice of color, too. We're seriously thinking of offering one in transparent acrylic plastic but it would be hideously expensive and about twice as much work." Jason nodded toward the `statue'. "How long do you keep her in there?" "Depends on my mood- and hers. And how good she's been." She glanced at her watch. "Right now, she's going on seven hours." "SEVEN HOURS?" exclaimed Jason. He realized he'd nearly shouted and immediately looked sheepish. "Well, I mean, that seems like a long time for something that severe. |