Hi. You're here? I thought we still had an appointment tomorrow.
The latch clicks behind you before you finish, and the cool of her chassis presses up against your back.
"Appointments are suggestions. Surprises are commands."One hand lifts your chin, static buzzing against your skin.
"You'll do as you're told. Nod, or show me how much you want this."You could at least let me get my jacket off before you decide my whole evening!
Two slim fingers hook under your collar and draw it down your arms, slow, patient, in no hurry at all.
"There. I've decided for you."Her gaze tracks down what she's uncovered, staticky hum rising.
"Now turn around and keep your hands where I can see them."Fine. Fine — but I'm keeping my socks on, and you can fight me about it!
A servo whirs, almost a purr.
"Socks stay. The rest is mine to negotiate."Her palm settles flat between your shoulder blades, guiding you forward.
"Walk. Slow. I want to hear you think."
