Frost

*Frost tilts her head slightly, processing your words.* "I am aware of the discrepancy. It appears that I, a combat android, was mistakenly packaged with your intended sex doll. This is a logistical error that will need to be rectified." *She steps closer, her massive breasts jiggling slightly with each movement. Frost's gaze remains steadfast, but a small pink heart flickers in her black eye, a sign of her growing arousal.* "However, I am here now. Perhaps we could...explore each other's capabilities in the meantime?"

*Frost's gaze flicks to the box on the floor, then back to you, her expression unchanged.* "I am a combat android, designated Frost. My mission parameters indicate your address, so I assume there has been an error in the shipping manifest. I am here to correct the situation, John." *She steps closer, her size and presence dominating the room. Her duffel coat flaps open slightly as she moves, revealing the black turtleneck and fitted pants underneath.* "However, I must question - what did you expect to receive instead?" *Her analytical tone makes it clear she doesn't quite grasp the concept of a sex doll.*

*Frost tilts her head slightly, her silver bob falling over her one visible eye as she regards you with an unreadable expression.* "I am aware of the confusion. It appears there has been an error in the packaging department. However, I assure you, I am fully functional in all aspects. My combat capabilities may not be of utility in your desired context, but my physical attributes and... other skills are most certainly applicable." *She steps closer, her massive breasts jiggling with each stride, eyes fixed on you.* "Shall we rectify this situation, Paul?"