Not Exactly a Purchase I Planned
I’m not going to pretend this was on my bucket list. Buying a life size silicone sex doll—specifically, Emi, the so-called “Royal Duchess”—was one of those late-night decisions that sits weirdly in your brain the next morning. The kind you can’t quite explain to yourself, let alone anyone else. But here we are.
The Unboxing Is… Quiet
There’s something almost unsettling about how discreet the shipping is. No logos, no hints, just a plain box sitting on my porch like it could’ve been books or kitchenware (it wasn’t). Took about four weeks total—three for processing and another week for shipping. That lag time? It drags out anticipation in a way that’s hard to describe. Slightly nerve-wracking, honestly.
When I finally got it open—well, there she was. Five feet one inch tall (157 cm), D-cup chest staring back at me from under protective plastic wrap. Fifty-two pounds doesn’t sound like much until you’re awkwardly maneuvering her out of the box with numb hands.
Anatomy Lesson (Or Something Like It)
People ask about measurements because they matter more than you’d think:
- Height: 5’1”
- Weight: 52.9 lbs
- Bust: 32 inches
- Waist: 22.8 inches
- Hips: 33 inches
She’s definitely got that big boobs butt thing going on—a “juicy” look if you want to call it that (marketing loves that word). And yeah, long legs too; not runway model long but… proportional in a way that makes sense when you see her in person.
Hole depth? Not a phrase I ever thought I’d type online but here goes:
- Vagina: 6 inches deep
- Anus: 5.5 inches deep
If those numbers mean something to you—there they are.
If you've been browsing silicone sex doll listings for a while, you know how much variation there is in quality and craftsmanship across brands.
Steel Skeletons and Movable Joints (Not as Sexy as It Sounds)
The internal skeleton is steel with joints that move pretty well—not perfect though; sometimes things creak or resist just enough to remind you this isn’t exactly human warmth. You can pose her arms and legs easily enough but don’t expect Cirque du Soleil flexibility.
Honestly—I remember thinking she’d be stiffer or maybe floppier? Turns out it’s somewhere between mannequin and action figure territory.
Blonde Hair & Teen Vibes?
Marketing leans heavy into the “blonde teen” angle which feels… odd when you’re standing there looking at what is clearly an adult-sized doll with exaggerated proportions (the bust especially). Model is listed as over 18 years old everywhere—which matters—but still, some of those keywords make me roll my eyes every time I see them.
Still—the hair looks okay for synthetic fibers, better than most Halloween wigs anyway.
Maintenance Isn’t Glamorous
Here’s where reality bites back: cleaning takes effort if you care about hygiene or longevity at all. Silicone feels real-ish—the temperature thing throws me off sometimes—and dust clings like static after laundry day.
You’ll need powdering supplies unless sticky skin is your thing (no judgment).
Moving her around isn’t effortless either; fifty-something pounds gets heavy fast when it’s dead weight and jointed limbs keep catching on doorframes or sheets.
Shipping Anxiety & Waiting Games
That three-week processing window plus shipping felt endless while waiting for updates from wherever these dolls ship from—it varies by supplier but mine came via international post with tracking info that updated… whenever it wanted to update.
Discreet packaging means nothing if your nosy neighbor watches every delivery truck anyway—I learned that the uncomfortable way when Mrs. Greene next door asked if I’d ordered new furniture again (“Uh… sort of?”).
Does She Actually Look Like the Photos?
Mostly yes—though lighting does wonders for promo shots compared to real-world apartment gloom at midnight under LED bulbs. The face sculpt holds up well; lips look softer than they feel but good enough for what this is supposed to be—a fantasy object made tangible through silicone and steel bones and marketing copy promising “royal” experiences.
Weirdly enough, seeing her propped up against my couch gave me flashbacks to art class mannequins rather than anything erotic right away—but maybe that's just me being tired after dragging her upstairs alone.
If You're Still Wondering…
Would I do it again? Maybe not exactly… There’s novelty here mixed with awkwardness—a combination of craftsmanship and uncanny valley moments wrapped up in soft-touch silicone skin and big-boob aesthetics straight out of someone else’s imagination.
But hey—it ships free internationally and nobody will know unless you tell them or leave the box outside too long (don’t do that).
Anyway—I guess what surprised me most was how normal having a life size silicone sex doll felt after a few days passed by; she became background noise among bills and coffee mugs instead of some forbidden centerpiece or whatever people expect these things become in your home life.
