She has arrived.

Switching from the second person back to first person.

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I had just put the finishing touches on the accessories (and some other things) that I had been working on over the period of almost two weeks; when I heard my doorbell ring. I open the door to see a package right in front of me, standing in the way that’s fit someone (shorter than my 6ft 2in) standing. I was thankful for grav-lift technology enabling me to bring the package in with little effort.

Because, I’m private and somewhat reclusive person, I make sure not a single person would have even of sliver of a chance to accidentally peek into my home. Then I move onto what was sitting in the spacious living room. Taking the box-cutter I had prepped earlier today, I neatly cut the outer covering of the package with a precision one could mistake for surgical at first glance.

The First layer is pealed away revealing the girl I had ordered, dressed in little more than the veil, micro-bikini top and footwear of her ensemble. I was already starting to pitch a tent from that and the fact her breasts were being partly flattened by the transparent aluminum case she was shipped in. Under her feet was a metal case that I surmised held the rest of the rest of her outfit.

I drunk in the sight for a few more seconds before I opened up the case. The minute Akeno was free and hit the open air, she started breathing, and in the rhythm related to deep sleep. I tipped her over and turned her slightly into a princess carry, noticing, admiring, and appreciating how naturally warm she felt.

I carried her to the sofa and laid her on it, before moving back to pull out the metal case. I was right upon opening it, the rest of Akeno’s outfit was in it. I spent the better part of a half hour putting the remaining outfit pieces onto Akeno; the sleeves attached to her mid-biceps thanks to a pair of solid gel bangles, while the legs of her “hakama” were held up by straps that loosely hung off the opposing sides of her waist.

While I was putting on the leggings, having to flip and move the veil up out of the way, I was at full mast and resisting a few temptations. However I couldn’t resist running a finger along her lower lips and clit, eliciting a sensual moan that made me look up in surprise, only to see Akeno was still “asleep”.

I finished up by bringing over the nano-cell accessories that I crafted during my waiting time. They consisted of a pair of partly conical discs and a V-shaped plate, all of which having inlaid faux amethysts, gold and rose-gold filigree. I also made a pair of faux Japanese spell charms, a five-foot length of necklace fine chain and a smaller foot-long length of the same chain; all also made of nano-cell.

‘Now for something a little more fun’ I thought to myself with a smirk.

I proceeded to place the discs onto Akeno’s nipples, lined up with the edges of her areola and knowing they would stay in place thanks to the nano-cell lining acting as a strong adhesive. The same lining was also on the other plate that now sat over Akeno’s clit and it’s hood (which auto-conformed to naturally fit and prevent discomfort). Finally I placed on the disguised the disguised **** collar and moved the veil back into place.

I step back and take my time to marvel at what I see as a masterpiece lying on my sofa.