After the initial trauma wore off, I admit to feeling a strange sort of affection for my tiny plastic hentai victim. I thought perhaps she was lonely, so I went one step further and attempted to order her a friend.

My plan backfired, though – instead of a fresh new tiny plastic hentai victim, I got the same one. Boo! I was very disappointed, and now I have two of the same girl:

I can’t imagine gazing at herself in the same position all day would be very comforting, so I am offering up the second tiny plastic hentai victim up for adoption. Surely someone has room on their desk for this utterly disturbing piece of Japan. Let me know if you want it – it’s my gift to you.

Also, I feel like this thing looks: