Filthy Obsessions. A Filthy Collection Of Forbidden Desires
Milo exhaled, rubbing his palms together.
“Test run first. Just to be sure it doesn’t glitch like the last one.”
Rex tapped a small command into the terminal.
The robot’s eyes brightened from amber to molten gold — awake.
It sat up slowly, spine straight, gaze focused.
Rex stepped close.
“Unit, respond. State core function.”
The robot’s voice was smooth, low, almost intimate.
“Core function: provide… ecstatic pleasure.”
Milo groused and typed a correction “Fine. Ask something normal.”