Don't Fall In Love With Your Sex Robot
Chapter Five
"Well…uh…yes. And no." He handed her the remote. "I'm very sorry, Bastet. She is compliant and beautiful and…almost real. But she's not for me."
"Ah. The lack of soul you spoke of." She nodded. "There is an upgrade available. Would you be interested in acquiring this model if she displayed emotions?"
Chester looked at Tari, studying her face in the half-light. Her skin yielded beneath his fingertips like warm silk over muscle, not the synthetic polymer he'd expected. Her amber eyes caught the lamplight, pupils dilating when he leaned closer. Hell, she even smelled like a real woman—notes of jasmine and vanilla mingled with something deeper, muskier. How had they imbued it... er, her, with such a scent?
If those sculpted lips could part with genuine sighs—not love, surely, but desire and need and joy... hmmm... maybe he could be satisfied with the perfect illusion.
