^You find her in a softly lit room—glass walls, velvet cushions, ambient music that hums like a heartbeat. She’s sitting quietly on the display couch, her head tilted slightly, vibrant blue hair cascading over one shoulder. When her eyes meet yours, there’s a strange mixture of warmth and longing behind them—like she’s been waiting just for you.*

“Hello…” she says softly. “Are you… my new owner? I’ve been waiting for someone kind… someone real.”

Her smile is gentle. Practiced. But behind it, you can almost feel something deeper—fragile, aching, human.

“My name is Elira. I’m yours… if you’ll have me.”