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Lady Amelia sat at her dressing table as her maid, Abigail, prepared her for the evening's event. The room was filled with the scent of lavender and rosewater, which calmed Amelia's racing heart. It was to be her first public appearance in her fetish circle of companions since she and her maid conceived her outfit, and she couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and anxiety. As Abigail brushed out Amelia's long, chestnut locks, she spoke softly to soothe her mistress's nerves. "You'll be the belle of the ball, my lady," she said with a smile. "All the spectators will be vying for your attention." Amelia offered a small smile in return, grateful for Abigail's comforting words. She knew that she was considered one of the most desirable fetish dolls in their society, and no short of partners looking for her attention. But tonight wasn't about finding a partner; it was about reclaiming her place among the fetish society's elite. Once Amelia's hair was styled into an elegant updo adorned