FYOP/Scenario Chamber/0021
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You find the security droid lying face down on the ground, the odd shudder convulsing her pink plastic frame. You roll her on to her back and notice the jostle of her chest – the rigid shell of her exterior has cracked, and it now jiggles as if made from a far softer material.
Searching for button that would allow you access to her core, your hands brushes against her cushiony ”breast” - the light in her eye blinks on, and she gives a sudden moan – despite the digitized sound, you’d say it was almost sensual.
“Security Droid PR-8 online,” she says in much flatter tone. For the moment, she does nothing other than fix her lens-eye upon you, and you notice you still have your hand upon her chest.