FYOP/Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0013
You pull out of the mom-bot, who groans piteously and slumps against the trunk. Quickly getting dressed, you stride up to the struggling Amber and say, “Hi, Amber!”
“H-h-hiiiii,” she stammers, fighting to get her twitches down to minimum.
“Want to go inside?”
“H-hi ERROR!” she says, her smile brightening. “Come on in!”
As she turns to lead you into the house, you glance back to see the mom-bot wobbling as she stands, her impressive bust pinched between her hiked-up sweater and her partially removed bra. “W-wait!” she calls, taking a step after you, tripping over the jeans around her ankles. She wheels about as her gyros try to right her, but ultimately lands hard on the driveway with an accompanied blast that causes her pelvis to leap in the air. With electrical smoke rising from her twitching backside, she drones in a lowering register, “Helllp meee with the grooocerrriiies...”
“What was that?” Amber asks, but you urge her forward, muttering, “Your mom says she’s stepping out for a bit.”
“OK!” Amber cries enthusiastically, traipsing into the living room.