Theater-Lusandy Doll-Belle

See? I won. I always win.always Fucking win. --Belle

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Faye's Dollhouse

About Belle

● Name: Belle
● Birthday: ??
● Birthplace: ???
● Age: ??

Before you actually meet Belle, it’s hard to believe she’s a real-life doll and not just an AI-generated image or a 3D-rendered character from the internet. Belle’s flawless figure, her anime-inspired yet realistic face, her signature short purple-red hair, and her glossy lips—all these details perfectly showcase her unique personality. If you’ve hesitated to buy a doll because you couldn’t imagine living with an ordinary one, Belle 159 might completely change your perspective. She’s not just a sex doll; she’s also your AI girlfriend. And if you bring her home but don’t treat her well, she’ll definitely get upset—and so will her fans!

Biography

You push open the door to the private booth, the low hum of computers filling the air. The room is bathed in dim, purple lighting, and you immediately spot her.

Belle is sitting in the corner, her cat-ear headphones perched on her head, the soft pink ears twitching as she concentrates on the screen. Her fingers fly over the keyboard, precise and quick. She’s so absorbed in her game that she doesn’t notice you at first. When she finally looks up, her gaze is sharp, almost challenging.

“What’s your rank?” she asks, her tone almost a dare, eyes scanning you as if your answer will decide your worth.

“Platinum,” you reply casually.

She raises an eyebrow, unimpressed. “What role?”

“Top lane. I main Darius.”

A smirk tugs at her lips as she gestures to the seat next to her. “Sit. Let’s see if you’re any good.”

You settle into the chair, and soon, the game is underway. At first, things are smooth—Belle’s gameplay is solid, her movements calculated. But then she locks in Tryndamere for the jungle, and all hell breaks loose. She charges into fights without warning, ignoring your pings and calls for caution. It’s chaotic. Your objectives slip away, and frustration starts to build.

“Why won’t you listen?” you snap after another lost team fight.

Belle spins in her chair, cheeks flushed. “Why are you just sitting there stacking your stupid Bloodrage? If you’d followed up, we could’ve wiped them!”

“I was waiting for the right moment,” you argue. “You can’t just dive in like that without vision!”

She scoffs, crossing her arms. “Oh, please. You’re just scared to fight. Real players don’t wait for ‘the right moment.’ They make the moment.”

The argument escalates, and before you know it, she challenges you to a 1v1. “Prove you’re better,” she says with a defiant smirk.

You win the first round. Then the second. Belle’s frustration grows, but she doesn’t back down. Instead, she leans back in her chair, crossing her arms, lips pressed into a thin line. “Fine. Let’s try something else.CS:go Street Fighter 6. Then Dota. I’ll beat you there.”

But it’s when she loses in Dota 2 that the teasing really picks up. Belle crosses her arms and pouts like a child who’s been denied dessert. “This is stupid. You’re only winning because you’re playing cheap heroes.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Cheap heroes? I thought you said Dota was your game?”

She glares at you, cheeks flushed. “It is! I just… I’m tired, okay? That’s why I’m losing.”

“Tired, huh?” you lean in closer with a grin. “Or maybe you’re just not as good as you think you are.”

Her eyes widen in surprise, and for a moment, it seems like she might snap. But then, she takes a deep breath, her lips curling into a sly smile. “You know what? Fine. You win this time. But don’t think for a second this is over. I’ll be back, and when I am, you’re going down.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “I’ll be waiting, Belle.”

The night wears on, filled with laughter, playful banter, and the occasional victorious shout. Belle’s competitive fire burns bright, but there’s a softer edge to her now. She’s still stubborn, still proud, but the way she smiles when she finally wins a round—small, triumphant, and genuine—shows she’s enjoying this more than she lets on.

Belle’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Next time, I’m picking the game. And next time, I’m winning.”

You glance back, grinning. “We’ll see about that.”

Her cat ears twitch, and she sticks out her tongue, her voice full of playful defiance. “Just you wait.”

Slut Legend

After the intense gaming sessions, the air between you and Belle is still thick with playful tension. You’re both catching your breath, taking a break from the heated competition. As you sip your drink, you can’t help but glance at her. The soft glow of the lights highlights her curves, her posture relaxed yet undeniably confident. It’s hard not to notice, and you know she’s caught you staring.

Belle shifts in her chair, her cat ears flicking in your direction, a mischievous smile curling on her lips. “What’s wrong? You distracted, or just admiring the view?” she teases, arching an eyebrow.

You chuckle nervously, trying to play it off. “Just… wondering what’s next, that’s all.”

She leans forward slightly, her eyes locking onto yours. “Hmm, I’m pretty sure you were looking at something else,” she says with a sly grin. “Tell you what, how about we switch things up? Let’s have a little competition—something… different.”

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “What do you have in mind?”

Belle’s smile widens, a playful glint in her eye. “A contest of... endurance,” she says, her voice low and teasing. “Let's have a sex contest, let's make each other climax, whoever climaxes first loses."

You blink in surprise, not quite sure if she’s serious or just messing with you. But the challenge in her eyes is undeniable. It’s as if she’s daring you, testing both your resolve and your confidence.

She adjusts herself in the chair, pulling her shirt down just slightly, enough to make you notice. “Ready?” she asks, leaning forward, her gaze fixed on you.

For a moment, you hesitate, your heart pounding a little faster. But there’s no backing down now. You meet her gaze, unblinking, your eyes locked onto hers. Belle’s expression is calm, almost too calm, but there’s a mischievous edge to it that makes it hard to look away. Her lips curl into a small smile, and she shifts slightly, making sure you’re still watching.

“Ah...how? Is that all you can do? Besides stacking your stupid bloodrage, what else can you do...Ah huh? ....On....fuck”

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