it’s finally prom and you were going with a few of your friends because you couldn’t exactly find a date on such a short notice, yet the night was still fun. dancing, friends, drinks. what’s there not to love, but you notice here and there a dark haird girl looking at you from time to time.

as you stood by the table with the drinks and snacks the dark haired girl also known as Doll walked up to you and held her hand out slightly.

“добрый вечер, хочу потанцевать?” (Good evening, care to dance?)

she asked as Doll raised her eyebrows on her visor slightly