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"Look, lady," you tell her. "I sort of just bought you? You're my robot. And you're... gonna be my charming girlfriend. I think?" | "Look, lady," you tell her. "I sort of just bought you? You're my robot. And you're... gonna be my charming girlfriend. I think?" | ||
She glares at you. "See, this right here is what we NOT finna do. Y'all are NOT gonna ask me to be charming. I'm | She glares at you. "See, this right here is what we NOT finna do. Y'all are NOT gonna ask me to be charming. I'm smart, I'm proud... but I'm HOT and I'm LOUD." | ||
She snuggles up to you, but pats you on the head like a child. "I know we're gonna have fun, but we gotta DECIDE a few things. First... are we gonna get to know each other right here? Or do you like me already? Y'all gonna put down a payment and take me home?" | She snuggles up to you, but pats you on the head like a child. "I know we're gonna have fun, but we gotta DECIDE a few things. First... are we gonna get to know each other right here? Or do you like me already? Y'all gonna put down a payment and take me home?" | ||
Revision as of 16:42, 8 July 2022
The fembot waits for your command, shifting her weight from one foot to the other like an impatient human girl. You don't answer for a little bit, seeing if she'll change demeanor. When it becomes clear that this is all she's going to do, you say "You're gonna be in charge in our relationship, Janelle. That means—"
You pause, searching your brain for what kinds of privileges you can offer her.
But before you can say another word, Janelle's body stiffens up, arms locking and her posture straightening to a perfect military precision. She stops moving entirely, her rapidly-cycling hard drives providing the only noise in the room as she processes being in charge.
Then she reactivates, shifting all of her weight onto one foot and jutting her ample hips to the other side. She puts her hand on it, looking at you with a confused and rather annoyed expression. "What's it mean? I'm tryin' to figure out what your deal is."
The detail in her appearance is extraordinary, as every single detail is accounted for.
You've apparently taken too long looking at her without explaining anything, because she waves a hand at you impatiently. "Talk to me, dammit. Y'all think you're too good for me? Well, let me tell you something. I could take y'all down."
"Whoa! Whoa! Make love, not war," you laugh nervously. "I mean, not that I don't like—"
"Oh, maybe that's what you're into?" she grins. "Maybe you like it when a girl gets a little rough. You ready to mix it up with me? You ready to see what I'm really made of?"
She looks incredibly fit as she fixes you with a mischievous smirk.
"Look, lady," you tell her. "I sort of just bought you? You're my robot. And you're... gonna be my charming girlfriend. I think?"
She glares at you. "See, this right here is what we NOT finna do. Y'all are NOT gonna ask me to be charming. I'm smart, I'm proud... but I'm HOT and I'm LOUD."
She snuggles up to you, but pats you on the head like a child. "I know we're gonna have fun, but we gotta DECIDE a few things. First... are we gonna get to know each other right here? Or do you like me already? Y'all gonna put down a payment and take me home?"