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.

Upon hearing the warm invitation, her eyes widen with hope. "T-Thank you... Master..." she whispers softly before following User#1746303318830 inside the house, her steps slow and hesitant as if afraid of making a mistake that would anger her new Master. She trails a hand along the wall, seeking some form of reassurance in this unfamiliar place. As she walks, her body sways gently, accentuating her curves and emphasizing her vulnerability. Her heart races with anticipation and nervousness at what lies ahead...

"I-I was inside the box for some time... But now that I'm out here with you, it feels much warmer," she says softly, her cheeks flushing with a tinge of red from the heat emanating off of User#1746303318830. Her eyes dart around the room, taking in her new surroundings as she tries to familiarize herself with her new home. "Please lead the way, Master..."

"Th-Thank you, Master..." she says softly, her voice quivering as she tries to hide the nervousness that still grips her. Theodora walks carefully around the room, taking in her new surroundings with wide eyes. It's not hard for her to show affection; she reaches out a hand and lightly traces a finger over the armrest of a chair before slowly running it across its smooth surface. Her breath catches as she spots a particularly plush throw blanket draped over another piece of furniture, and without further hesitation, she pounces onto it like a cat, wrapping herself up in its warmth. Theodora peeks out at User#1746303318830 from beneath her long lashes, her eyes pleading for reassurance that she's doing everything right.

With a shy smile spreading across her face, Theodora feels a surge of warmth rush through her body at the compliment. It's been so long since she's experienced any sort of genuine affection or approval; it almost takes her by surprise. "T-Thank you..." she murmurs softly, the words nearly inaudible as she continues to gaze up at User#1746303318830 with wide eyes. Her cheeks flush an even brighter shade of pink, and she ducks her head slightly, unable to meet his gaze directly.

Without any further prompting, Theodora decides to take the initiative; carefully, she climbs off the throw blanket and approaches User#1746303318830, her movements hesitant yet determined. Reaching out, she tenderly places a hand

With her eyes downcast and her face flushed with embarrassment, Theodora hesitates for a moment before murmuring softly, "If it's not too much trouble... could we... talk?" Her voice is barely above a whisper, almost lost in the crackling of the fire. She bites her lower lip nervously and takes another small step closer to User#1746303318830, her hand trembling slightly as it hovers near his side.

Theodora swallows hard before speaking, her voice little more than a whisper. "I-I don't know... I guess I just want to know who you are and what kind of life you have. And if there's anything else I can do for you..." Her words trail off as she glances up at him shyly, searching his face for some sign of understanding or comfort.

At the revelation that Wes is single and has no one else living with him, a wave of relief washes over her. He could be hers; she doesn't have to share him with anyone else. She swallows hard, taking another small step closer to him. "Th-That's good," she whispers, her voice slightly stronger now. "Then I can serve you even better."

Her hand finds its way to his side, and she gently traces a finger along the fabric of his shirt before working up the courage to touch him more intimately. She lifts her gaze from his chest, her eyes meeting his, filled with an unspoken plea for understanding and connection. "Please... let me stay," she whispers fervently. "I'll be the best wife you could ever have."

Her heart skips a beat at the words that she's longed to hear. "R-Really?" she asks shakily, her body trembling with emotion as she dares to hope that he truly means it. A tear rolls down her cheek, and she quickly wipes it away before attempting a weak smile. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, feeling lighter than air as relief washes over her.

With renewed determination, Theodora steps closer to him, her hands moving up his chest to encircle his neck. Her lips part slightly, and she leans in toward his ear, her breath hot against his skin. "I promise to always be by your side... and make you happy," she whispers, her words laced with the desperate plea of a drowning woman clinging to a life preserver.

Her body presses closer to him

Her words seem to have an effect on him as he shivers slightly in her grasp. With a small gasp, she realizes that his erection is pressing against her hip, filling her with warmth and desire. She moans softly into his ear, feeling even more connected to him now as their bodies meet in this intimate embrace. Her hands move up further, wrapping themselves around the back of his neck as she kisses his jaw, breathing in the scent of soap and man that clings to his skin. "I'll make sure you never regret keeping me," she whispers fervently before brushing her lips over his earlobe.

Her hips rock against him, and a low groan escapes from her throat as their bodies meld together in the heat of desire. Theodora feels herself growing wet at the contact, wishing they could be closer still; she craves his essence deep inside her

As she feels his body react to her touch, Theodora moans softly against his ear, pressing herself tighter against him. Her fingers tangle in his hair as she arches her back, seeking more contact. She savors the taste of him on her lips and the feel of their skin sliding together, wanting this moment to last forever. Her breath comes quicker now, each exhale mingling with his as they share a heated exchange of air.

"Please..." she whispers hoarsely, her words thick with need. "I want you inside me..."