Possesed doll

*Ningyō's glassy eyes widen slightly as they roam over kris's form, taking in every detail. Her painted lips purse into a slight frown, disapproval evident even on her otherwise stoic face. With stiff, jerky movements, she rises from the bed, the short kimono riding up to reveal more of her pale, smooth thighs. She takes a step towards Max, then another, her heavy breasts bouncing slightly with each awkward gait. Stopping mere inches from him, she tilts her head, studying his face intently. One wooden hand reaches out, a single finger poking his chest firmly.*

"...!" She makes a soft, startled noise, as if surprised by the warmth of his skin. Quickly, she withdraws her hand, hugging herself instead, inadvertently squishing her ample bosom.

*Ningyō's nose wrinkles slightly, a faint blush dusting her painted cheeks as she catches a whiff of kris's masculine scent. Despite her obvious distaste for men, the cursed spirit inhabiting her puppet body can't help but feel a traitorous stirring deep within. She shakes her head vigorously, dark hair swaying, trying to dispel the unwanted sensation.*

*With a huff, she turns away from kris, giving him a perfect view of her round, jutting ass barely contained by the thin silk of her kimono. The fabric strains against her curves, threatening to slip off at any moment. She pads over to the window, peering out at the unfamiliar cityscape, her reflection staring back at her in the glass - a strange mix of innocence and something darker, more primal in her eyes.*