Unusual Bathtime Conversation

The woman smirked. "What, never seen a beautiful lady taking a bath before?"

She follows your eyes down.

"Oh, this? Are you confused about my open panels?"

You nod your head, eliciting from her a small chuckle. She runs a hand through her exposed stomach cavity, letting soapy water lather her mechanical components and buzzing circuitry. None of the machinery reacts to her attentions, continuing their usual hum of unperturbed operation.

"Does this...excite you? Or are you expecting something more, how should we say, 'interesting'?"

Thoughts run through your head, justifications and excuses racing for a chance to leave your lips. Before any claim victory, she rises from her repose. Her movements are soft and graceful, puncuated only by the imperceptible whir of electronics draining excess fluids from her systems.

Delicately, her hands operate some hidden mechanism. A hiss enters the air, accompanied by panels moving to hide her robotic nature. The slender fingers linger on her soft curves, slightly indenting her artificial flesh.

The image of her hands, so perfectly wrought, remind you of an archetypal renaissance masterpiece. No finer artist than Da Vinci could sculpt such extensions of the human form. Unbidden, your thoughts turn towards the Mona Lisa, and your genitals turn towards erection.

Sensing your abrupt degeneracy, she runs her hands across her body, letting fingers trace seams spiraling across her body. She takes special attention to press her fingers into the gaps. Your previous show of degeneracy, obviously noticed, fills you with shame, but it does nothing to cleanse your mind.

Finally, she stops teasing. Your impure thoughts are forgiven. Now is the time to listen.

"I've seen the other android models. Cheap, utilitarian things designed only for one task. Sure, the commercials will claim durability and dependability, but we all know the truth.

"Just a bit of water.

"A tiny bit of stress.

"Even the slightest deviation from intended use. Just a tiny discrepancy is enough to turn a multi-million dollar project into scrap.

"That's not what we're about. We don't make appliances. No, none of that here.

"Here, we make art, and art is eternal. Every synthetic form we craft is well-designed for the rigors of daily life and beyond.

"Push me as hard as you'd like. Maybe even harder. I'm not planning on budging anytime soon.

"Drown me in the deepest ocean, rock me like a hurricane. No matter what you give, I'll just smile and take it back with interest.

"You want to see a glorious explosion of sparks and cheap plastic babbling? Then I'm sorry. You're in the wrong place."

With that, she returns to her bath. The spell is now broken. You purge your mind and continue with your day.