Frances: Golden Princess Sex Doll — Is It Really All That?

The Hype vs.

Reality Thing

I keep seeing ads for Frances, the so-called “Golden Princess” sex doll, plastered all over absolute sex dolls sites. You know the ones—big promises, E-cup curves, red hair that’s supposed to look “fiery,” and those… strange product shots where she’s always gazing out like she knows your secrets. I’ll admit, curiosity got the better of me (again), and after a couple weeks of waffling—and way too much late-night scrolling—I caved.

Here’s the weird part: unboxing something this expensive that claims to be discreet is its own kind of test. Yes, the box was plain as promised. No labels, no awkward branding screaming “Hey! There’s a 5 foot 5 inch silicone redhead in here!” Still felt odd dragging it inside with my neighbor watching through her blinds.

Details That Actually Matter (or Don’t)

Let’s get into those details they love to list. Height? 165 cm—about 5’5”. Weight? Supposedly 62 lbs but honestly felt heavier wrestling her out of the packaging. Maybe I’m just out of shape or maybe they underestimate how unwieldy an athletic TPE sex doll can be when you’re trying not to bang her head on your coffee table.

Measurements are everywhere on these listings: bust at 34 inches (definitely E-cup territory), waist at 23, hips at almost 37. People obsess over these numbers but once she’s standing there in your room it feels… less mathematical than you’d think.

And yes—vaginal depth is listed at six inches, anal at five and a half. It’s one of those things you read and go “Huh.” Not sure what else to say about that except it seems standard for this type of thing.

Movable Joints & Steel Skeleton — Sounds Cooler Than It Feels

They brag about steel skeletons with movable joints like it’s some kind of Marvel upgrade. In reality? Yeah, you can pose her arms and legs pretty well (at least for photos). But moving them feels stiff sometimes—not quite robotic but definitely not lifelike either. And if you’re expecting total flexibility… ehh, let’s just say don’t expect yoga poses unless you want to risk something clicking ominously.

Maybe some people care more about posing for photography or whatever—they market Frances as athletic—but I mostly wanted realistic movement during use. It works okay; nothing mind-blowing though.

Three Weeks Waiting — Felt Like Forever

This part annoyed me more than anything else: three weeks from order to doorstep. Two weeks processing plus another week shipping internationally (free shipping though). The anticipation fades into irritation by day ten or eleven; by week three I barely remembered why I’d ordered her in the first place.

On arrival though? Gotta admit—the discreet packaging worked exactly as advertised which eased my paranoia slightly.

Unexpected Tangent: Cleaning Realities

Nobody talks enough about cleaning these things before buying one. Sure there are guides online but until you’re actually hunched over your bathtub with antibacterial soap and a hose attachment thinking “Is this really my life now?”—it doesn’t hit home how much work goes into maintaining an absolute sex doll like Frances.

It isn’t glamorous or sexy—it just needs doing unless you want things getting weird fast.

A Blunt Moment: Is She Worth It?

Honestly—I don’t know yet if Frances lives up to all that golden princess hype people throw around on forums or review sites (some sound suspiciously glowing). She looks good under certain lighting; red hair pops nicely against pale skin; proportions are close enough to what was promised even if real life never matches promo pics perfectly.

But does she change everything? Not really. At least not for me—not so far anyway.

Random Thought About Redheads

Weirdly enough—I always thought having a redheaded teen-style doll would feel different somehow… more exciting maybe? Turns out after a few days she starts blending into your space just like any other object does—a very expensive object with big boobs and silent judgmental eyes but still… an object all the same.

Sometimes I catch myself glancing over expecting something more dramatic—like she’ll come alive or start talking back when I mutter complaints about waiting three weeks for shipping again (she never does).

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Anyway—if someone asks me whether Frances is worth it compared to other absolute sex dolls out there… hmm, maybe ask again in a month or two? For now she sits quietly in my apartment looking both impressive and slightly out-of-place—a reminder that sometimes curiosity leads somewhere stranger than expected.