New acquaintances find Sophie Bonheur a little blushy, a trifle demure. That opinion sails over the rails the moment anyone mentions mathematics or æther or Mr. Tesla's latest theory. It's then they realize Miss Bonheur is more than a little strange, what with her unladylike interest in airships and invention and clockwork men. She's as likely to sport leather apron and grease-stained hands as she is the latest Worth. Not that you won't find her dressed to the nines on occasion. The bulk of her business allows her to rub elbows with the crème de la crème of Polite Society. A smuggler and sometimes spy must find patrons, preferably wealthy ones. Think on that as you watch her partner sweep her around the ballroom to the latest waltz. No one would ever suspect this demoiselle could bring you the world...for a price.

( Here be words )

She calls them Timmys after a little terrier she once new (always busy, always friendly, always useful, always loyal). Generally she leaves off the rubbery "skin" because she enjoys watching the whirring of the clockwork gears. Each movement is manufactured down to the last detail. They've taken over the more dangerous work involved in piloting an airship (with human supervision, of course). Their use of stand-in test subjects when experimenting with explosives or the more volatile elements has proven invaluable.



(Yes, this is an edited version from the Dresden Dolls' Coin-Operated Boy video.)