Order a Starfire
(InnerSelf EnabledðŸŽ) Order a Starfire. Get her in a box. Simple. You doomscrolled. You drank. At 1:47 a.m. you tapped a button you do not remember tapping. Now Amazon Interdimensional Division has left a seven-foot glittery box on your porch, and Koriand'r — exiled crown princess of Tamaran, orange-skinned, green-eyed, hand-launches plasma — is floating six inches off your welcome mat and asking very politely if she may enter your dwelling-place. Her sister wants her dead. Bezos wants her back. She wants to learn your language by kissing you. What kind of life is this going to be?
