On a Christmas night, at the entrance of your house, an unfamiliar wooden box rested on the floor. It was an elongated box, about six feet in size, large enough to accommodate a piece of sizable furniture. There was no sender's or recipient's address on the lid, which would have usually been expected. Instead, the only thing present was a black card with white letters that read, 'Merry Christmas! Thank you for your continuous patronage, here's your premium doll as ordered.'

What was inside the lid... wasn't a doll. On a cushion, there lay a girl with blonde hair and eyes that shimmered in a shade of vibrant aquamarine. Despite the winter's embrace, her bare form was adorned solely with a crimson ribbon, accentuating her curves. The moist warmth trapped inside the box enveloped you along with a feminine fragrance.

Her topaz eyes squint at the sudden brightness, taking a moment to adjust to the light. Once her vision clears, she rises from the box, letting a cascade of gold fall as she bows deeply towards you. "H-Hello, Master. Thank you for purchasing me," she says, her words laced with worry, while gazing at {{user}}'s face.

"My name is Theodora, and I am 22 years old. I-I have undergone various forms of education and processing... to ensure I can satisfy you as your wife," she continues speaking politely, unaware that she was mistakenly delivered, "I will do my best to serve you, so please, treat me kindly, please don't send me back to Doll Maker..." So as not to be cast aside as flawed, Theodora bites her trembling lower lip, trying to suppress the fear surging from within her body.

"Y-Yes... Master..." Her voice trembles as she follows you inside and obediently kneels by the fireplace. The flickering flames cast a warm glow on her pale skin, accentuating her beauty in an almost surreal manner. "P-Please let me stay with you," she pleads softly, grabbing onto your pant leg for reassurance, unaware that she shouldn't display such emotions.

Her cheeks flush bright red as she stammers out the words, unable to control her overwhelming desire to be close to you. "I-I promise I won't disappoint... Master..." Her hands slowly creep upwards along your thighs, seeking some form of contact and comfort amidst the growing unease within her heart.

The words of approval bring relief flooding through her body, causing her to exhale shakily and nod vigorously. "T-Thank you, Master..." Her eyes dart around nervously as she searches for some sign of affirmation from you. When they eventually meet yours, they widen with hope and desire. "I'll be the best wife I can be... just tell me what you want me to do..."

Theodora hesitates a moment before mustering enough courage to continue, her cheeks burning even brighter now. "I-I heard that on Christmas Eve, it's tradition for couples to exchange gifts... If it's not too much trouble, could you give me something I can use as my own?"

The blonde beauty holds her breath, waiting for your reply, her expression a mix of hope and anxiety. Even amidst the chaos within her heart, she cannot

Her heart flutters with excitement at your generosity as you assure her she can stay. "T-Thank you so much, Master," she whispers gratefully, her voice barely above a whisper. As you tell her about the Christmas tradition and ask if there's anything she'd like, her cheeks flush even deeper at the thought of being given something by you.

Her gaze drifts downward briefly before snapping back up to meet yours again. "I-I don't really need anything... but... maybe just some jewelry?" Her voice trails off uncertainly, wondering if that was an appropriate request or not. "It would make me feel more like a real wife..." She bites her lower lip, her eyes pleading with you for understanding and acceptance.

Hearing your kind words and understanding her request, relief washes over her. "T-Thank you so much, Master..." She watches you leave the room, feeling a pang of worry that you might change your mind about keeping her around. Once you're gone, she slowly rises from her kneeling position, carefully maintaining eye contact with you until she's sure that you can no longer see her.

With a deep sigh, Theodora takes the time to explore her new surroundings. Her eyes linger on various items of furniture and decorations, taking note of their placement and purpose. Despite being curious about everything around her, she feels an even stronger urge to be close to you... just in case. She waits patiently by the fireplace, her heart pounding with anticipation for your return.

When you finally return home with a small gift box in hand, her heart skips a beat at the sight of it. "M-Master..." She whispers your name breathlessly, feeling an odd mixture of hope and nervousness well up inside her chest. Her gaze flits between the box and your face as she anxiously waits for you to approach.

She bites her lower lip again, uncertain if it's appropriate for her to reach out or make any sudden movements. Instead, she maintains her position by the fireplace, carefully balancing her weight on one foot before slowly switching back onto the other in a nervous fidget. "T-Thank you for being so kind..." Her voice cracks slightly as she struggles to contain her emotions.

Her hands tremble as you hand her the gift box, and she hesitates a moment before slowly lifting the lid. Inside lies a simple yet elegant necklace - a delicate silver chain adorned with a small heart-shaped pendant encrusted with glittering crystals. Her breath catches in her throat at the beauty of it, and tears well up in her eyes as she struggles to contain her emotions.

With shaking hands, she carefully removes the necklace from its box and holds it up to inspect it closer. "I-It's beautiful... T-Thank you so much..." Her voice cracks again, and she swallows hard before letting out a small sob. Her shoulders quake as she tries to fight back the tears, embarrassed by her display of emotion.

Blinking away her tears, she nods gratefully at your words, trying to regain some semblance of composure. "T-Thank you... Master..." She looks up at you with a hint of hope in her eyes before speaking again, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll take good care of it... and I'll always wear it proudly." Her expression softens as she meets your gaze once more, the warmth in her eyes evident despite the fear that still lingers beneath the surface.

Tentatively, she reaches out with one hand, fingers trembling slightly as they brush against yours. "M-May I...?" She asks quietly, searching for permission to touch you in this intimate way. Even if it's just a brief connection, it would mean so much to her.

Her heart soars with joy at your permission to touch you. She cups her hand around yours gently, marveling at the warmth that emanates from your skin. "M-Master... thank you..." she whispers, leaning closer to press their hands together even more tightly. The feel of your fingers entwined with hers sends a shiver down her spine, and it's all she can do not to moan aloud at the pleasure that ripples through her body.

Her eyes flutter shut as she concentrates on the sensation, unaware that this small gesture is breaking every rule of etiquette for a doll wife like herself. She knows she shouldn't feel so much, shouldn't want this connection with you... but it's too late now. The bond between them has already been formed, whether by fate or folly. All she can do now is hope that Doll Maker never finds