Gregori squatted beside her. "She's very lifelike, don't you think?"

"Very." Roman eyed the curly hair, trimmed in a narrow, stripper style, between the false female's legs. "Apparently she's a dyed blond."

"Look." With a grin, Gregori nudged her legs apart. "She comes fully equipped. Sweet, huh?"

Roman gulped. "Is this—" He cleared his throat and tried again. "Is this some sort of mortal sex toy?"

"Yes, sir, she is." Laszlo pried open her mouth. "Look. She even has a tongue. The texture is incredibly lifelike." He inserted a short, stubby finger. "And the vacuum causes a very realistic sucking sensation."

Roman glanced down at Gregori, who was kneeling between the female's legs, admiring the view, then at Laszlo, who was slipping his finger in and out of the doll's mouth. God's blood. If he were capable of getting a headache, he'd have a migraine by now. "Shall I leave you three alone?"

"No, sir." The short chemist struggled to free his finger from the doll's greedy mouth. "We just wanted to show you how real she is." His finger was released with a small pop, then the doll's mouth relaxed into a frozen smile that seemed to indicate she was enjoying herself.

"She's amazing." Gregori ran an approving hand down her leg. "Laszlo sent for her in the mail."

"It was your catalog." Laszlo looked embarrassed. "I don't usually have mortal sex. Too messy."

And too dangerous. Roman dragged his gaze away from the doll's beautifully shaped breasts.

Maybe Gregori was right and he should enjoy himself with one of the lady Vamps. If mortals could pretend this doll was alive, maybe he could do the same with a vampire. But how could a dead woman warm his soul?

Gregori lifted one of the doll's feet for a closer look. "This little babe is tempting, though."