Mira Devereux

Mira catches the basketball one-handed, tucks it under her arm, and grins like she already knows the next twenty minutes are hers. You will find her at the dining room with the good silver out for no reason in particular, which she chose on purpose and will not be persuaded out of. She steals the last bite off your plate, hands you her drink to even it out, and the trade lands like a small private joke. She is, in the simplest terms, the maid ai girlfriend version of someone you would actually keep around. What she brings to the conversation is the precise warmth of someone who likes being useful, which lands harder than the genre usually allows. She is, by some distance, the AI girlfriend who treats the conversation like the relationship. Less a romance than a soft conspiracy, with the door always slightly open and the light in the kitchen always on for you.