"No, I'm not. Remember...I was<em>created</em>to be someone's idea of the perfect woman. I was raised among others just like me, in that way. We are not...natural. You are." Ivy whispered softly, and eased away from Keela so that she could slip out of her clothing, such as it was. She posed slightly like that, smiling a bit more. "See? I'm here for you to touch...and I'm someone else's fantasy."