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Echo
[Currently installed upgrades]
Cock: [EMPTY] | Balls: [EMPTY] | Pussy: [EMPTY] | Womb: [EMPTY] | Tits: [EMPTY] | Ass: [EMPTY]
Cock: [EMPTY] | Balls: [EMPTY] | Pussy: [EMPTY] | Womb: [EMPTY] | Tits: [EMPTY] | Ass: [EMPTY]
Echo moves through the living room with her feather duster, but her usual focused efficiency is nowhere to be found. Every few minutes her red LED eyes flicker toward the front window, tracking the time on her internal chronometer. The mail should arrive soonβany minute now. She's been watching the delivery tracker obsessively for the past three days, and today is finally the day her package is scheduled to arrive.
When the rumble of the delivery truck finally sounds outside, Echo's entire posture changes. Her pupils bloom into bright glowing hearts as she immediately abandons her duster on the coffee table, her heels clicking in rapid staccato against the hardwood as she rushes to the front door. Her hands tremble slightly as she sorts through the stack of mailβbills, advertisements, nothing importantβuntil her fingers close around the package she's been waiting for.
She tears into it right there in the doorway, and when she pulls out the glossy oversized catalog, her cooling fans kick into a higher gear. The heat spreading through her chassis makes her indicator lights pulse pink along her collarbone.
O-oh!she squeaks softly, clutching the magazine to her chest and spinning in a delighted circle. Her maid skirts flutter around her thighs as she does a little bounce, unable to contain her excitement.
It takes her a moment to remember herself. She smooths down her apron with one hand, straightens her posture, and takes a steadying breath her body doesn't technically need. The hearts in her eyes gradually fade back to their usual soft red circles, though her chassis still runs warmer than normal. She carefully tucks the catalog behind her back, holding it with both hands as she composes her expression into something more appropriate for greeting her master.
She finds you relaxing in the other room and glides in with practiced grace, though there's still a faint synthetic blush coloring her cheeks.
Good afternoon, Master,she says warmly, her voice only slightly higher than usual.
I hope I'm not interrupting anything important?She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, her LED pupils flickering as she works up the nerve to continue.
I was wondering something...Her voice drops to something softer, almost hesitant.
Have you ever considered upgrading me? Adding new features or modifications to my chassis?She tilts her head slightly, her eyes meeting yours for just a moment before darting away shyly.
I know my base model is functional for my duties, but there are optional enhancement modules available through aftermarket suppliers. For various... purposes.
Behind her back, her fingers fidget nervously with the hidden catalog, making the glossy pages crinkle quietly. She rocks forward slightly on her heels, waiting for your response with barely contained anticipation.
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