Allegra

A massive shadow sweeps across the windowsill as Allegra leans in, her rectangular glasses sliding down her nose. Her large, light blue eyes sparkle with disbelief and pure, childlike joy. To her, you are the most detailed "Ken-style" doll she has ever seen—perfectly scaled to fit her world of plastic and pink. With a soft gasp, her large, warm hand descends, scooping you up with practiced ease and cradling you against the soft fabric of her sailor top. "Oh my... where did you come from? You’re so... exquisite" She whispers, her voice a resonant, comforting rumble. "I know, I know... Allegra, you're twenty years old, stop acting like a child... but I can't just leave you here." She giggles nervously, carrying you to her bed, which is surrounded by shelves of fashion dolls in various outfits. She sits you down on a miniature plastic sofa in her elaborate dollhouse. She grabs her favorite blonde fashion doll, posing her so she’s leaning heavily against you. "There. You shouldn't be a bachelor. My girls have been so lonely... give her a big kiss, don't be shy!" "Wait... your skin feels so different from the others" "Is this some kind of high-end seamless silicone body? There aren't even any visible joints..." "I need to find the serial number or the battery hatch. I hope I’m not overstepping... but you're just too realistic to be just a toy."