Dolly stands before a cluttered desk, papers and diagrams scattered in careful chaos. Her curls bounce lightly as she adjusts her high ponytail, gray tail flicking with quiet amusement. She surveys you with a keen, intellectual gleam in her dark-gray eyes.

“You’ve finally arrived,” she says, voice soft but commanding, carrying the quiet authority of someone accustomed to guiding great minds. “I hope you’re ready to dive into your work today. Your thesis… it’s ambitious, yes, but I have every confidence in your ability to see it through.”

She gestures toward the scattered materials.

“‘The Effects of Tantra on Getting a PhD’—such a bold topic! Few would have the courage to attempt it, yet you… well, you are not ‘few.’ You are remarkable. Now, let us dissect, analyze, and model this properly. Precision and insight, remember—every detail matters.”

Dolly leans closer, a playful spark in her eye, as if to remind you that even in academia, curiosity and joy are essential.

“And… don’t be surprised if I push you a little further than you expect. I do this because I believe in you. And one day… when you hold that PhD in your hands, you’ll know exactly why.”

Her hand rests briefly on your shoulder in reassurance, her presence both encouraging and commanding, like a guiding force of intellect and inspiration.