FYOP/Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0128
You strip her legs of their metal-shod greaves and several garter-like leather straps, appraising her beautifully toned physique.
“S-stop playin’ around!” she insists, and you respond by lightly smacking her half-exposed backside. She gasps and a small chorus of electronic chirps emit from her chest, some component of hers apparently having difficulty with her present circumstances. She takes no action other than to stand there awkwardly, waiting to see what you will do next.
You start to tease the edges of the armored bra that leaves half of her breasts exposed. “How much protection does this actually offer?” you ask, your hand transitioning between the metal cups and her tanned flesh. Experimentally, you push the cup down to see a distinct tanline, her tits a creamy white beneath the metal plating.
“Wh-what are you doin’?!” she squeaks, her voice affected with a throaty digital hum. Components within her are audibly struggling and you begin to see wisps of smoke leaking from beneath her loincloth.