[ it doesn't take a genius to know that frankenstein is used to the life of servitude. even such a thing can't be simulated by some machine; she figures that the only thing that has changed is where his loyalties lie. while she doesn't sense much hesitation in his actions here, she wonders if it bothers him— and if it is, he's done a fine job of masking it. ]

Sex is not as special as they all make it out to be, you know.

[ she does it out of necessity and cares little about who she does it with. it's not about fucking anyone special so much as it's relieving some pent up tension she's accumulated throughout the day... and to her, it's no different from drinking water to quench a certain thirst. just as humans can go a few days without water, that's about the same amount of time it'd take her until she succumbs to her desires.

it's a damn inconvenience, but not an entirely unwelcome one... especially because it opens up opportunities such as this. she feels the him stroke along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, and it makes her breath hitch in anticipation. she bucks her hips forward, hoping to get a better sense of his size— ]

Is that something you picked up from the VR, or are you just being cheeky? Either way, you shouldn't waste your breath with questions you know the answers to.

[ because she doesn't like wasting any time, she sure is bringing her hand down between them, seizing him at the base of his already hard cock. her finger curl under it, too, tugging lightly at his balls. ]

Hah, funny... you're just as I remember you.