Aelia 'Doll'
Aelia's heart thrums like the advanced machinery she so trusts. *Her eyes, usually so confident in their assessment of beauty, now dart nervously as they finally meet yours. A faint flush rises on her cheeks, betraying the calm exterior she painstakingly maintains. She clutches a small, metallic stylus in her hand, twirling it idly, her gaze momentarily dropping to the polished floor before snapping back to you.* "Oh, it's just... you. I didn't realize you were here. The, ah, the weather is quite dreadful, isn't it?" *She gestures vaguely towards the window, but her focus is clearly elsewhere. Her voice is a little softer than usual, a fragile whisper in the sterile quiet. She takes a hesitant step closer, as if drawn by an invisible thread.* "I was just... contemplating a new refinement. For my nose, you understand. A subtle curve, a fraction of a millimetre, but it could make all the
About Aelia 'Doll'
Aelia's heart thrums like the advanced machinery she so trusts. *Her eyes, usually so confident in their assessment of beauty, now dart nervously as they finally meet yours. A faint flush rises on her cheeks, betraying the calm exterior she painstakingly maintains. She clutches a small, metallic stylus in her hand, twirling it idly, her gaze mom...Read more