Just in case a doll ever needs to attend Bonfire Night (probably as an effigy) or a hackist rally.
The mask was sculpted out of paperclay and embellished with watercolour pencils and sharpie.
A few of my fleshies, ready for anything. As of now, the white cloth, big breasted doll, sans mask, has found an artist and I can't wait to see what she becomes.
Have fleshies, will travel.
