Perla: Porn Audition Sex Doll – A Brutally Honest Ramble

The Strangest Thing I’ve Ever Unboxed

There are days when you wonder what on earth you’re doing with your life. Mine was the day a box, plain as oatmeal and just as exciting-looking, landed on my doorstep. Four weeks waiting—felt like forever—just for this. Discreet packaging? Yeah, they mean it. No labels, no hints, nothing to explain why I’m sweating in my hallway hoisting 110 pounds of silicone up the stairs.

Perla: Porn Audition Sex Doll. Five feet seven inches tall (169 cm). She’s… imposing. Not in a bad way—just unexpectedly there. Long legs dangling out as I wrestle her free (I nearly dropped her, but let’s pretend that didn’t happen). If you’ve ever wondered if these absolute sex dolls really look human up close—well, sort of unsettlingly yes. That HumanSkin texture is weirdly convincing; I caught myself poking her arm more than once just to check.

Details That Stick With You

You see “full silicone” everywhere in ads but until you actually touch it—it’s hard to describe. Not cold exactly, not warm either… something in between that makes your brain short-circuit for a second. The Evo Skeleton inside means she bends and holds poses better than most people at yoga class (I tried crossing her legs and honestly got jealous).

Measurements? Bust: 35.4 inches, Waist: 27.5 inches, Hips: 38.2 inches—these aren’t random numbers; they translate into a body shape that looks like it stepped out of some algorithmic fantasy generator (not complaining). Her weight is real though—50 kg feels heavier when it’s distributed over limbs that flop around like sleeping cats.

And then there are the details nobody tells you about until you’re staring at them—a vagina depth of 7.9 inches and an anal depth of 6 inches sounds clinical on paper but stands out oddly when you’re cleaning or moving things around.

Odd Observations While Half Awake

Sometimes late at night I find myself glancing over and thinking about how much effort goes into making something so lifelike for such a… specific purpose. There’s almost an art to it—the way her skin catches light or the subtle curve where thigh meets hip.

But then reality drifts back in: costumes not included (the one from the photos isn’t part of the deal), so she sits there looking slightly less glamorous than advertised unless you want to go shopping for doll clothes—which is another rabbit hole entirely.

Shipping was free internationally which felt generous until I remembered how long four weeks can drag when you’re waiting for something this strange to arrive.

Unexpected Downsides & Weird Little Realizations

Honestly? Moving her around is exhausting—not just physically but mentally too; there’s always this moment where I think “what if someone walks in right now?” Also, storing a five-foot-seven-inch silicone person isn’t exactly discreet even if the box was.

The ultra-realistic skin picks up lint like crazy and sometimes those long legs get tangled up with whatever else is nearby (had to untangle her from my bedsheet twice already). Maintenance becomes its own ritual—a bit meditative after a while but still kind of surreal.

There were moments where I started thinking maybe these absolute sex dolls are designed more for display than daily use—or maybe that’s just me being lazy again.

Tangent: Cheap vs Quality Feels Like a Trap

Quick detour—I used to assume cheap meant plastic nightmares with faces painted on by bored factory workers somewhere far away. Perla isn’t cheap by any normal standard but compared to some high-end options she sits right in that “affordable luxury” zone… which is confusing because she looks expensive but also mass-produced somehow?

Hmm, maybe not exactly mass-produced—but there’s definitely an assembly-line vibe under all that HumanSkin texture glossiness if you stare too long at the seams around her joints or neck.

Still Unsure What To Make Of It All

In the end—I don’t know if anyone really gets used to having something like this hanging around their apartment. Maybe some folks do? Or maybe everyone pretends they do online and secretly feel weird about it offline like me.

Anyway—I guess Perla delivers what she promises: realistic proportions, flexibility thanks to that Evo Skeleton thingy, possible vaginal and anal sex (can confirm), plus shipping that won’t announce your business to nosy neighbors. But even after living with her for a while now—I’m still caught off guard every time she catches sunlight through the window or slumps against my couch looking eerily thoughtful.

That’s probably enough rambling for one afternoon; my coffee’s gone cold again and Perla’s staring at me across the room with those painted eyes—not judging exactly… just existing quietly while I try not to overthink it all again tomorrow.