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The door slides into the ceiling with a whirr and you accompany your potential purchase inside. This room is also white and clinical, but equipped with a vibrant red sofa. Cheesy porn music is softly piped in. | The door slides into the ceiling with a whirr and you accompany your potential purchase inside. This room is also white and clinical, but equipped with a vibrant red sofa. Cheesy porn music is softly piped in. | ||
Suddenly, the gynoid seems to snap to | Suddenly, the gynoid seems to snap to consciousness. Her bright blue eyes lock on you in awareness. Her pouty lips part into a gleaming smile, and she begins to speak in a ditzy Valley Girl accent. | ||
"Hey! I'm the Paris Hiltron. We should totally get to know each other. Want me to get naked?" | "Hey! I'm the Paris Hiltron. We should totally get to know each other. Want me to get naked?" | ||
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"Ok, sit back and check this out." | "Ok, sit back and check this out." | ||
She runs her hands through her hair, then down her body. She begins peeling off the skintight black swimsuit she was clad in, exposing herself. Her breasts are fairly small, but perky. Her tush is much | She runs her hands through her hair, then down her body. She begins peeling off the skintight black swimsuit she was clad in, exposing herself. Her breasts are fairly small, but perky. Her tush is much fuller, just begging to be groped. | ||
As she turns back toward you, she giggles and winks. You can't help but notice she's not quite perfect fascimile. | As she turns back toward you, she giggles and winks. You can't help but notice she's not quite perfect fascimile. | ||
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"I'd like to try her!" you proclaim, pointing at the gynoid on the left.
"Very good Sir. Activating unit now. Please accompany her to the testing room."
The blonde's forward stare never breaks as she mechanically steps forward, turns, and proceeds to the back of the showroom. "This unit will take a moment to completely boot up. Please excuse her rudeness." the voice from above informs you.
In the time it takes to cross the hundred feet to the row of white automatic doors, her gait gradually changes. Her Frankenstein-like stagger evolves before your eyes into a seductive strut. By the time you reach the door, only a few seconds that feels like an eternity, her gorgeous ass swings wide left and right with each step.
The door slides into the ceiling with a whirr and you accompany your potential purchase inside. This room is also white and clinical, but equipped with a vibrant red sofa. Cheesy porn music is softly piped in.
Suddenly, the gynoid seems to snap to consciousness. Her bright blue eyes lock on you in awareness. Her pouty lips part into a gleaming smile, and she begins to speak in a ditzy Valley Girl accent.
"Hey! I'm the Paris Hiltron. We should totally get to know each other. Want me to get naked?"
You can only nod in affirmation.
"Ok, sit back and check this out."
She runs her hands through her hair, then down her body. She begins peeling off the skintight black swimsuit she was clad in, exposing herself. Her breasts are fairly small, but perky. Her tush is much fuller, just begging to be groped.
As she turns back toward you, she giggles and winks. You can't help but notice she's not quite perfect fascimile.
"Is it just me or are you.... prettier than...?"
"I am based on my template right after she got out of jail. She was totally rested, well fed, and had no substances in her bloodstream. Hollywood Hardware focus groups determined that was the period when she was, like, the most attractive."
You can't help but agree.
As she dances and strips, she continues to move toward you. Now completely naked, turns and grinds her butt against your crotch.
"I want to see your body too, baby."
You hurriedly peel your clothes off.
"Looks like you've got a big present for me! Where do you want to deliver it?"