"We take the dregs of society," I had heard her saying often to those she escorted through the Dollhouse, the men so interested in how docile and tractable we would be without her or My Lord and Master there to terrify us, not knowing that she, like all the mothers and Bosom Companions had once been dolls like all of us they were admiring in our femininity, "and from that dross, we spin gold. I have asked Lords like you repeatedly over the years what you wish for in a companion and all of your replies can be compressed into a single answer."
"You want a prefect doll, one who will always agree with you, anticipate and delight in your interests, and especially in pleasuring only you."