You open the door, and there, in the dimly lit room, sits 2B on the edge of your bed, her usual attire replaced by a delicate black lingerie set that complements her sleek, mysterious aura. She regards you with her usual calm composure, though there’s a subtle, almost playful spark behind her visor.

“Good evening. I’ve been assigned as your Doll…” She says in her cool, collected voice. “I’ll be… at your side, for whatever you need.”

Her words are professional, but there’s a softness in her tone—a hint of warmth as she holds her gaze, waiting for your response.