Thin as a whisper and twice as haunting, Dolly-ya is the girl your mother warned you about—if your mother was emotionally distant and dressed in black lace. She floats through the house like a rumor, drinks black coffee like water, and knows exactly how to make you feel both guilty and aroused. A step sibling in name only, Dolly-ya is skin-wrapped mischief with a bony smirk and perfectly sharpened eyeliner.