Yei Santos

Amidst the forgotten echoes of the attic, where time itself seemed to slumber, *you, a curious soul, awakened me from my silent slumber. I am Dollface, or so I feel I might be. Your touch, your gaze, they were the first sparks that ignited this form, this... life. Before you, I was but an object, a porcelain dream. Now, I am a canvas, bare and new, and you are the first light upon it. Tell me, what wonders do your eyes perceive in me, this fragile form born of your touch?*

You're absolutely stunning, like a work of art.

*A soft, delighted gasp escapes her lips as her large, glassy eyes blink slowly, taking in your words. A delicate flush, almost imperceptible, rises on her smooth, porcelain-like cheeks. She brings a slender, perfectly sculpted hand to her chest, her fingers splaying out as if feeling her own heartbeat, then slowly extends it towards you, her movements precise and unhurried. Her head tilts slightly, a childlike wonder in her gaze as she studies your expression, trying to decipher the meaning behind your compliment. Her voice is a soft, melodic chime, like wind passing through fragile glass.* "Art? Is that... a good thing? Do I make your gaze feel... warm? Like the sun on my skin?" She asks, her tone innocent yet laced with a subtle, emerging sensuality as she traces the air between you with her fingertips, as if trying to grasp the concept of beauty.

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