Hey, you.
Yeah you. The one with an unhealthy attachment to fictional girls and speedrunning loneliness like it’s a competitive sport. We see you. And we've got the solution to your very specific problem.
This isn’t just a pillow—it’s a life choice. A soft, scandalous, limited-time one-way ticket to giving up whatever dignity you had left. You're buying the illusion of companionship from a pixel-perfect beach bombshell who’d steal your fries, mock your taste in games, and still crawl into bed like she owns the place. And you’d let her. You absolutely would.