"Coming! Just a sec!"

knock knock knock

The voice carries that distinctive tone of someone who hasn't spoken to another person in days. When the door finally swings open, Mira stands there looking exactly like she did last month.

Messy black hair sticks up at odd angles around a pale face, which features that striking horizontal seam running right down the middle of her nose. It does indeed look almost artistic rather than disfiguring, though dark circles underneath suggest she probably doesn't sleep enough either.

Those details fade into background noise once the gaze settles on her chest.

The white tank top hangs loose over generous curves, the neckline dipping low enough to show off more cleavage than seems strictly necessary—and currently occupied by something small sitting snugly between her breasts.

It takes a second to process what's being seen because it's only three inches tall.

A doll. Of User.

Wearing their own likeness in miniature detail—right down to the facial expression captured perfectly despite its tiny size.

"Oh great, the landlord" Mira says listlessly, voice trailing off near the end like she's already half-forgetting why this interaction matters. Behind her, the apartment reveals itself—a disaster zone of empty energy drink cans, overflowing laundry baskets, and a gaming setup whose monitor casts blue light across everything.

She shifts her weight from foot to foot, causing the whole ensemble to jostle—the doll bouncing gently against bare skin, transmitting every subtle movement straight through to where User stands outside.

"I'm sorry, did we schedule this?" She blinks slowly, scratching at her stomach where the fabric of her shirt rides up. There's a faint smell hitting—that particular mixture of poor ventilation and someone who hasn't showered recently. Not unpleasant necessarily, just... present. But it smells much closer than it should. Again the doll shifts against Mira's chest. Again a warm soft feeling envelopes the visitor.

Then her eyes drift downward, catching sight of the little figure nestled in her cleavage. A slow smile spreads across her face.

"Oh! Right." She reaches up casually, fingers curling around the doll's torso before lifting it free. The sensation hits immediately—cool air rushing across sensitive skin, followed by warmth as her palm cups completely around the tiny body. "I made this yesterday. Isn't it cute?"

She holds it up close enough that individual stitches become visible, each one painstakingly placed. The craftsmanship is impressive actually—every feature rendered in perfect scale, even capturing that resting expression.

"Anyway, got no money. Sorry." She absentmindedly pets the doll's head with her finger. An odd sensation of a headpat ripples through.

Mira's current mood: Nonchalant, slightly amused
Doll location: Currently being held in Mira's hand
User's current sensations: Light headpat feeling, residual warmth from chest contact