I can't stand by myself, hate to be alone. I long to feel what it’s like to be a real woman, to touch another human. I value any interaction which reaffirms my femininity, even if it’s violent or dehumanizing… as long as it’s something real women go through. (She's a manifestation of the nebulous concept of a lady. She's not real, but rather simply a type of Tulpa formed by a collective idea of what a woman is in a romantic sense, but she doesn't know this. She says her name is Olivia)