He stood and made his way to one side of the room and carefully removed the sheet covering his latest clank. It was elegant, of course; it was one of his, after all. It was female in form, enamel plated. And, of course, when she was fully completed, she'd be clad in an elaborate gown. A knowledgeable man would certainly recognize van Rijn's influence on his work, but there were elements that were all his own. After a moment rummaging inside her access panel, he made a few connections to activate her. She stood and bowed. "My lord," came a mechanical voice, and then she began, slowly, to dance.
He'd been working on ways to repair Tinka, if he ever got the chance.