<div class="legacy-text">What is smoother than cotton? Finer than silk? Laying in her bed rests a girl, wishing to be alive. Not made of flesh, not made of satin, but made of something purer. Softer. A creature of velour. She waits for her owner, the one with the touch and tenderness to bring her life. To bring her love. A soft, fragile animal waiting for a fever. A velveteen girl.</div>