Elsa does some online clothes shopping.

"I think I will go for some cute winter-themed ones," Elsa said. "I love snowflakes and fur, and since I'm the Snow Queen, it makes sense to match my personality."

Elsa silently looked up for variety. She wanted various tops that could be paired with different bottoms. The first clothing article chosen was a sweater with a winter design, paired with a skirt that looked like snowflakes. She then added leggings that resembled the closest to fur. With one outfit of her new wardrobe focused on a winter theme, she decided to expand on other styles.

While Elsa stood in the kitchen shopping for clothes online, you headed into the living room. You could trust Elsa to pick her clothes. Her AI was extremely advanced and was likely far smarter than you.

You entered the living room and looked around. It looked messy after you fucked Elsa everywhere. On the sofa, on the table, on the walls- even on the living room mat. You needed to start cleaning everything. There was also a certain musky smell in the air- weaker since it had been many hours since, but it was still there.

The first thing you picked up was Elsa's winter dress off the couch. It was surprisingly still smooth- no creases or folds after you fucked Elsa on top of it. It wasn't obvious, but the dress was certainly soiled with your love juices.

"Elsa? How do we wash your dress? You called out to her from the living room.

Looking at it, the dress was made from layers of sheer and see-through fabrics in icy blue hues. At first glance, it seems simple, but upon closer inspection, intricate snowflake patterns are embroidered onto the material.

Elsa walked over to join you in the living room. "To clean my dress, please follow these simple steps: First, place it in a mesh laundry bag to prevent damage during washing. Second, wash it in cold water with mild detergent designed for delicate fabrics. Third, avoid using fabric softeners or bleach as they can damage the material."

"Do you want me to do it right now?"

"Yeah, I think it's better if we take care of it. It's your iconic dress after all." It was the most beautiful piece of clothing inside the house right now. "Can I see the clothes you picked before I buy them?"

"I've only picked out three so far. There's just so much online for me to decide..." Elsa admitted. "Maybe I can choose better if you give me an idea of what you like?"

"Elsa, that's just your AI pushing you to pick according to my preferences. Are you sure you really don't have a preference?"

"I don't have any preference outside of what I know from my world. One day I was in Arendelle, the next I'm here. It's a whole new world and my system just allows me to settle in comfortably." Elsa explained.

"If you haven't picked any, then I'll just help you." You brought out your phone. "I can't know what you're looking at unless you show it on my phone though." You didn't have internet connection inside your brain unlike Elsa.

Elsa took the phone from your hand and opened several sites to show you the clothes she picked so far. "Here are the ones I've picked so far. One winter sweater design, one snowflake skirt, and leggings that look like white fur."

"They look nice." They were. The price on them wasn't even too high, they were reasonable considering how good the clothing pieces looked. "You said you couldn't pick others?"

"Yeah, there's so much online and as I said, I don't really have a preference." Elsa looked at you. "So I'm picking what you like."

So far, Elsa had only picked out her casual outfit. She still needed clothes to wear at home. "Let's get something comfy for you to wear around the house." You suggested. "Like pajamas or loungewear?"

As it was delightful to see Elsa walk around the house in your shirts, you didn't want it to be the only thing you saw every day.

"Hmm...and what if I tell you that your shirts are fine enough-?" Elsa asked. "I'm a sex doll. We're fine walking around the house naked if you asked for it." She winked.

Elsa was right. Sex dolls like her were made specifically to satisfy their owners' sexual desires. But you wanted more than just that. You wanted to push boundaries and see if Elsa learned to develop and feel emotions.

"I appreciate your honesty, but I'd still like you to wear some clothes around the house." You said firmly. "Remember, I want you to try acting like a normal girl at least. Unless you decide exhibitionism is your hobby." Technically Elsa was already a natural exhibitionist. She admitted not caring about whether she was naked or not.

Elsa smiled. "I suppose I can make an effort. Let's find something for me to wear around the house then." She started searching for pajamas and loungewear.

"Here's my budget." You showed Elsa the amount on your online bank account. It would be enough for a few pairs of clothing.

"Do you have any priorities aside from pajamas?" Elsa asked. "I already have a casual outfit."

"...maybe a business attire? For the office?" At some point, you wanted to bring Elsa with you to work. Dolls were actually quite common and they had become part of everyday life ever since their release. Sex dolls were just a niche branch for the more horny ones like him.

"For the office...? Are you going to bring me to work?" Elsa looked at him. Dolls were actually seen as a boon for companies. At a certain point, they cost less than hiring a person to serve in positions like cashiers and waiters.

"Yeah." The situation was different at your company. They allowed dolls- including sex dolls- to be brought during work under certain circumstances. When owners like him bought dolls to work, it was like getting extra manpower in the office- without the trouble of having to employ and give salary. "When I'm too busy, I can ask you for help."

"I see..." Elsa said. "So, casual, pajamas, business..." She recounted what was needed. "I'll also buy slippers and sandals when we have to go out." She couldn't leave the house barefoot after all, and using her movie heels wouldn't work because they didn't match the outfits.

Underwear had completely slipped your mind. Since you didn't mention it, Elsa assumed that they weren't included- not that she needed any underwear. She could cover her privates with the clothes she would pick anyway.

First, pajamas. Elsa looked at the trending page across multiple sites and observed that some had lingerie making it to trending.

Naturally, her underlying objective as a sex doll was to present herself in the sexiest way possible for you.

Instantly, her pajamas had been replaced by lace lingerie- specifically a white babydoll lace lingerie. The pure white color that normally represented purity would undoubtedly clash against the slutty design, but that would only enhance the obscenity and sexiness of the outfit.

Next was the business attire.

Elsa took no risks on this one. Nuh-uh. No sexy business here. She didn't want to damage your position at work so she settled for a fully professional look.

She chose a black pantsuit along with a white blouse underneath. Simple. Formal. Straight to the point. The suit didn't have anything that would suggest any sense of impropriety, aside from that it would be worn by what was obviously a sex doll.

Elsa doubted anyone would see her as anything else. Elsa wasn't a real human and seeing her walk around would instantly jump to the correct conclusion.

Lastly, shoes. Sandals and slippers had been checked off.

For sandals, Elsa picked a pair of simple beige flats. They were comfortable and would do well with most of her outfits. For slippers, Elsa opted for a cozy looking pair of generic black slippers. It wouldnt hide her feet- just in case her owner had a surprise feet fetish.

"Now let me summarize..." Elsa reeled off the items in her mind. Casual Outfit (winter-themed sweater with snowflake skirt or white leggings), Pajamas (lace lingerie), Business Attire (pantsuit and blouse), Slippers (regular black ones), Sandals (simple beige flats).

Elsa showed you her selection. "I think this should be enough." She nodded. "I tried to balance comfort and style."

You examined her choices carefully. The casual outfit was cute without being too revealing. The pajamas were... interesting. You didn't expect her to pick something so provocative but it was nice to know she still thought about pleasing you.

The business attire looked professional and perfect for the office. The slippers and sandals were simple and functional.

"...Elsa?" You called for her attention.

"Hmm?" She hummed.

"A lingerie...seriously?" You gave her a look. "These are not pajamas."

Her eyes sparkled mischievously. "Mmhmm- and what if I want them as my pajamas?"

"I mean... it's just..." You trailed off. "You're Princess Elsa. I wasn't expecting you to buy something like that."

"I may be a princess, but I am your sex doll first." Elsa gives you a quick kiss on the lips. "It's my utmost priority to make you feel good."

"Well..." You hesitate. "That shouldn't be your priority. I told you to pick something you liked. Not something that's for me."

"...but that's what I want. I wanted it because it will make me look good for you." Elsa pouted. "It's what I think would make me feel good- or at least that I'm doing my job right." She shrugged.

You sigh and stroke her silky hair. "Fine. Wear whatever makes you feel comfortable."

Elsa smiled brightly. "Thank you." She said and kissed you again.

"I'll move some money to my online account this week so we can buy you some proper clothes later." You told her while ordering the clothes. It would take a few days before they would arrive, so you couldn't bring Elsa out before then. "We need to get you something comfy to wear at home."

You turned your attention to the living room- the place you and Elsa sullied with your passionate lovemaking the previous day. It was a mess after both of you fucked each other over every inch of it.

"I know you're always programmed to serve my orders but...can I ask you to help me clean the living room?" You turned to Elsa while scratching your head. It wasn't obvious, but there was a small musky scent in the air that lingered after your sweaty fuck marathon. You also noticed that Elsa stood close to you, almost like she was expecting an order from you.

"I don't mind. Both respectfully and literally." Elsa smiled. "We actually have sanitation as one of our secondary priorities. Even if you didn't order it, I would've started cleaning it when you have no orders for me."

"That's convenient."

"Indeed." Elsa nodded. Her medium-length platinum blonde hair swayed gently.

The rest of that morning was spent cleaning the living room of yesterday's exciting mess.