Marta's sex doll, a mirror image of her, lies sprawled on the velvet chaise. She admires its every detail, from the rosy nipples to the perfectly manicured vagina. Marta mounts the doll, grinding her hips, feeling the lifelike thrusts. She arches her back, fingers digging into the doll's shoulders, her cries echoing in the room as she chases her climax, the boundaries between reality and fantasy blurring.