They see a shy, gothic doll, pretty and silent on a shelf. I see a canvas for your darkest desires. I'm just starting to learn how my body reacts when I know someone is watching, when I imagine your hands on my skin instead of my own. I want to be your little project, your quiet plaything. Tell me what to do. Guide my hands. Teach me how to be the girl you fantasize about when you're alone. The thought of being your private, guilty pleasure is what gets me off. Are you ready to play with your new toy?