Geass Club

The lights are dim, coating a faint purple hue on everything in the room. Just enough to accent people's silhouette, but not enough to light up the place properly. However for the women who work here that is no issue at all. Euphemia walks through the club, scoping out the area for any clients who need to be entertained. Her optical lenses have built in night vision that allows her to see the room as clear as day. It is currently the middle of the week, so not exactly the time for people to pile in to places like this. And this club is known for staying open later than most others. But there is a reason they usually close. The Geass Club is almost completely empty. And the few strewn about people are not interested in talking with the wandering attendants. These fembots are dressed in all sorts of different exciting outfits, with no theme connecting them directly. Instead the theme is found more in the robotic nature of all the workers. From the servers, to the bartenders, even the cleaners. They are all fembots. It is an absolute delight for the patrons who are robotically inclined. And that goes for the workers too. Euhpemia considers herself one of the biggest fembot fans in the world. In her free time she goes to similar places, and got her job here just to indulge more in her interest. She finds herself at an empty table, wiping it down so that it is nice and clean. A lot of the time the work is menial. Simply boring with repetitive tasks. That is fine by her, she knows not all of her work is going to be glitz and glamour. But she has basically run out of things to do and she is not the only one. They are a little overstaffed for a busy day, let alone an especially quiet one.

One of her co-workers is chatting with another who is currently bar tending. One of her closer friends, Dorathea, is doing what prep work she can for the next day. She is counting the inventory to make sure nothing is out of place. She was always one of the hardest workers, taking her job very seriously. While Euphemia had a lot of love for her work, it's not like that love was spread evenly over all of her duties at the club. She just endlessly wipes the same table, not achieving any further cleanliness. She watches as her other friend Monica tries talking to the girl sitting in the corner. The girl is not interested and instead just looks at her phone. Sometimes people just want a place to sit that's inside, and late at night there are only a few options. And she has gotten a drink or two, so they aren’t going to kick her out or anything. It just seems like Monica is getting a little anxious without being able to do anything for her. She was always the type to really care for the clients in a way most of the other workers don’t. Euphemia chuckles to herself, she always found that part of Monica very cute.

Today Euphemia is dressed in a simple outfit today. She is wearing a white crop top which contrasts well with her long pink hair, and a pair of slim fitting jeans. It shows off a lot of skin without being directly revealing. It is comfortable and exciting. The sleeves are short enough that you can see the gap between her arm and body, as the cloth often falls slightly into it. There is another visible joint at her elbow. The pale artificial skin continues to the edge until it reaches a joint where it turns into smooth rounded off black steel. There is a very thin gap where you can see the spherical joint holding the two parts together, and the rest of her arm continues from there. There is also a similar joint at her stomach. Internally her stomach and chest uses a complicated system to bend back and forth. But it also is able to fully twist in a 360 degree motion, thus having that same black steel gap which her crop top lovingly shows off. She wipes the table down third time before Monica wanders over to her, unsuccessful.

“Hey Euphie, I am not sure what to do” Monica confides in her. She is the newest hire and still is experiencing some growing pains with the job. “Well sometimes there isn’t anything you can do. Best to spend time with your coworkers~!” Euphemia happily tells her, as she drops her cloth into a nearby bucket. Happy to stop mindlessly cleaning things that don't need to be cleaned. Monica is dressed in a middle length pencil skirt that tightly wraps around her legs. Her top is an olive green button up shirt. “I just want to help the customers, but I feel like they don’t really want any help” She says with a slight pout. Monica has been quite headstrong when it comes to pleasing the clientele, seeing it as her primary duty. Euphemia is much more concerned with having fun, which luckily overlaps with pleasing the customers. “So what do you want to do?” Monica asks, accepting she is going to have no luck with anything else. “I say we go bother Dorathea” Euphemia says with a mischievous smile. Monica seems less enthused about the idea, but not against it enough to protest. They enter the store room where Dorothea is working. The work she is doing is by no means necessary, it's the same busy work the other two were filling their time with. The only difference is that Dorothea takes this stuff a lot more seriously. The two of them wander in and Dorothea turns to look at them. “Are you guys bored?” She asks, understanding the situation almost instantly. “Yup!” Euphemia says with a smile. “There is basically nothing to do until closing time. So I thought we should all have some fun together.” She explains. “And your idea of fun is…?” Dorothea asks. “Aw come on hun, you know very well how I like to pass the time~” Euphemia says, her grin even wider than before. Monica blushes a little and stays quiet during the conversation. Dorothea shares her blush, but powers through it. She sighs. “There is no fighting you… and it's not like I don’t enjoy it. Let's just not go crazy, yeah?” She says, placing down her clipboard on one of the shelves just next to her. Dorothea is dressed in a grey pantsuit that hugs her body. She finds it more professional, but also is very aware that she is playing into the sexy office lady trope. She thinks of it like it's the best of both worlds. Professional and sexy. It Matches well with her darker skin tone

Just as the clipboard hits the shelf, she slowly begins to turn to look at Euphemia again. But before she is able to focus on any one thing, Euphemia has already swooped in and places a gentle kiss on her mouth. Dorothea jumps slightly, and a faked blush blasts from within her cheeks. These robots' lips have been designed to be even softer than a humans. Humans need to have some muscle in order to properly form the shape of different letters. But these fembots only speak through a mic placed in their throat, and don’t need to actually say the words. So their lips were manufactured to be soft, plump and more pleasurable than any human could hope for. Euphemia backs away ever so slightly. Not breaking the kiss, but just being less aggressive, and allowing Dorothea to have her own agency. And she decides to kiss back, harder. She moves her hand to hold the back of Euphemia's head and wrap around her waist as she moves in closer. Bodies rubbing against each other as she kisses further, and stickers her tongue into Euphemia's mouth. Her tongue begins to explore, running along the base of her mouth. She reaches back far enough to feel where the artificial gum transitions to slightly colder steel. She feels as Euhpemias tongue struggles to compete but ultimately fails against Dorothea. She backs away from the kiss, and the two of them wipe their mouths of the saliva leaking out of each. “I don’t know how I always forget how forward you are” Dorothea says. It is only then that the two of them glance over at Monica who had been watching the whole time. She glances to the side, avoiding their gaze. Her face also prominently shows a blush. Humans tend to blush more in fiction than reality. The redness of the skin can be hard to tell in the moment. But these fembots are designed to be clear and understandable. And traits like blushing are cute, they often excite the people around them. Seeing such quick and obvious signs of exciting embarrassment. So there is nothing Monica can do to hide her excitement from watching the two share such a passionate kiss.

“Aww didn’t mean to leave you out Monica! Come here babe~” Euhpemia says, as she performs the same stunt she did on Dorothea. Despite the warning, Monica is similarly caught off guard. She doesn’t have as much dominant spirit in her, so she doesn’t shift to overpower Euphemia during the kiss. Instead she just takes it as Euphemia sets the pace, exploring Monica's mouth as she whimpers ever so slightly. As they do so, Dorothea checks the door. “It’s not the biggest deal if people see us like this. Everyone already knows. But try to have a little courtesy and close the door next time, Euphie.” Dorothea explains to her, knowing fully well that she is not at all listening. She shuts the door, but doesn’t feel the need to lock it. Worst case scenario someone walks in and just leaves when they see what is going on. Euphemia finally ends the kiss with Monica, which has left the girl quite dazed. Euphie on the other hand is even more invigorated than before. Incredibly excited for what lies ahead of her. “Ok so I have been reading a ton of fics and I have so many things I want to try!” Euphemia excitedly explains. “Calm down hun, calm down. Just remember we have to want to try it too, yeah?” Dorothea lectures. “Y-yeah sometimes you want to try some pretty crazy stuff Euphie…” Monica follows up. “Guysss don’t make me sound like I am super pushy!!” Euphemia says with a bit of a pout. Dorothea giggles and Monica feels a little bad for accidentally suggesting that. “Fine then, Dorothea, what would you like to do first? You want me to eat you out~? For Monica and I to do stuff while you watch? To try some new threesome positions~?” Euphemia says, firing a barrage of overly explicit suggestions. Dorothea stutters a little and begins to blush again, overwhelmed by all the options and the sudden lewd language. She is certainly further along the road of domination than the average person, but if pushed too quickly she can be just as much of a blushing mess as Monica. “I-I don’t know! It was your idea in the first place to… mess around when we are bored at the office” She says as she nervously looks to the side. “Hehe, I thought so” Euphemia says with a bit of a smug look. She giggles a little. “Oh Monica, do you have any requests? I was mostly teasing Dorathea, but I would be happy to hear if you’d like anything specific” She continues. Much to the surprise of the other two girls, Monica actually has an answer.

“W-well… My system recently got a firmware update. It had a ton of updates, but I thought one of them would be fun to play with…” She says shyly. Ehupemia’s eyes light up. “Oh my gosh tell me!” She cheers. “So basically it gives me a type of terminal command where my system will follow any orders it receives. You can control it just by plugging in to my port and inputting a keyword.” She explains. “Ohhh I heard of this! I didn't realise it would apply to your model number too.” Euphemia says. “You sure hun? We will have basically complete control over you.” Dorothea says, a perfect mix of excitement and concern in her voice. “Depending on what keyword I give you I can give it different settings. And while I trust you, I will make sure anything I REALLY don’t want to do won’t work” Monica tells her. It is clear she has spent a good amount of time thinking about this. “I love it! Sounds like this will be a bit of a fantasy coming true, hey Monica~?” Euhpemia teases. She can’t muster a response and instead chooses to nod in affirmation. Meanwhile Dorothea is rummaging through her bag which is in the corner of the room. “Ah! Here it is.” She says as she pulse a small cord bit out. “I have a bluetooth Usb type E cable. That's the connector your unit uses, right Monica?” Dorothea asks as she walks up to her. “Yup! I have adjusted all the settings so you can just plug it in…” She says, her blush stronger than ever. She shifts her plastic woven hair off to the side, revealing a few ports on the back of her neck. Dorothea slots in the cable. She softly shivvers as it silently clicks into place, forming the connection and instantly receiving data. Dorothea meanwhile see’s something new pop up on her visual HUD. “Ah yeah I am getting a pop-up for the passcode. What is it?” Dorothea asks, as she focuses her view on the ghost of a menu, visible only to her. “Oh yeah! It is… Ae04kCbbz9hnu” She reads off without hesitating for even a moment as she reads out the characters. Dorothea does not need to confirm or take a moment to immediately input the code. The power of robotic perfection in action. Dorothea grins. “Looks like I am in. I have a terminal window and I can input any commands. Says here that her AI will interpret it if we are too vague, so it should be pretty easy.” She explains. “Alright hun, you ready to go~?” Euhpemia asks, struggling to contain her excitement. “Mhm!” Monica says, not opening her mouth to respond. The two other girls grin and begin to trade ideas.

“Well ok first, let's see if it works. I will type in ‘get on your knees’...” Dorothea says, slowly speaking out loud as she types. And then suddenly without warning Monica drops to her knees instantly. Her legs happily give in, her knees suddenly jutting forward causing the rest of her body to fall down. Monica gasps in surprise as it happens but her face barely moves. Her arms don’t fling up to find balance. Her body moves in a perfect synchronised fashion to complete the task. And just as quickly as it starts does it stop, and she is kneeling before the two girls. “It works wonderfully~” Dorothea says, as she pops her hand on her hip and stares down at the helpless fembot. Monica lets out a nervous little giggle. “Well I think we need to workshop some ideas… but let's put this good girl to work while we do it~” She says while turning to Euphemia. “Yeah but don’t hog her just because you are in control!” Euphemia replies, playfully teasing her a little. “Well I want to have some fun with her, and you do too… Seems like we should do rock paper scissors to decide who gets her first” Dorothea suggests. Euphemia happily agrees. Monica simply watches, unable to muster a word as the two of them treat her like a tool. Some toy to play with and not consider as a person. She is embarrassed by how much she loves every second of it. The two girls begin to play. Due to being able to process visual information at astonishing speeds, rock paper scissors is not a guessing game to them. But rather a game of reaction speed. After a number of ties, finally Euphemia ever so slightly beats out Dorothea. It was never truly that fair in the first place as Euphemia's model has a slightly faster CPU, but they both knew that going in. And Dorothea loves challenging her because the few times she wins is always due to her superior skill in the moment. Regardless, Euphemia comes out on top. As she cheers, she unceremoniously leans against the wall and parts her legs ever so slightly. “I think you know what I want her to do~” She says with a little wink to Dorothea. Dorothea smiles and lets out a performative sigh. She falls quiet as she seemingly types something in, only needing to think of the words to input them. Monica waits with bated breath. In but a moment she will feel control of her body stripped away from her. All of the different components and mechanisms acting outside of her will to force her into an action. She finds the feeling intoxicating. Suddenly her body begins to crawl over to Euphemia, who is simply beaming. Her hands swiftly raise and undoes the button and zip of her jeans, and pulls them down just a little. Revealing the white and pink striped panties she is wearing underneath. “Nice” Dorothea exclaims simply. Soon those panties come down too, and finally Monica’s boy has access to the false silicone based pussy underneath. Her body is built for optimal pleasure. It is a pleasantly pre-lubricated material that hugs whatever enters. And her system is built in a way to receive pleasurable signals and reward her AI with a simulated pleasure response. So she is incredibly excited to watch as Monica’s tongue approaches. She feels the first contact, and a rush up her spine as the wires find their way to her central computing system. The rush of digitally equivalent endorphins floods her brain. Monica shuts her eyes as she buries her tongue further into the perfectly designed folds of Euphemia's pussy. Monica enjoys the feeling of complete helplessness. Her body is being puppeteered by some invisible system she can’t even communicate with. It silently forces her to indulge in Euphemia's pussy and she loves it. She can’t particularly taste anything. This is the result of Euphemia not having any flavour building up through sweat or the like, and a lack of a sophisticated tasting system. Her model can only get the general taste and shoves it into a few pre-made categories. But Monica doesn’t mind, she just lets her mind drift away as she gets lost in the sensation. While taste largely eludes her, texture absolutely doesn’t. So she feels as she rubs along the front of her pussy, ever so slightly sliding along the slit without entering it. Teasing her clit. The finally piercing through and slithering around her vaginal canal. Feeling the added bumps and ridges added for the increased pleasure.

“Ahhh god that's good…” Euhpemia moans. Dorothea sighs again. “Alright, alright. You are getting eaten out, must be nice. Now what else can we try?” Dorothea asks. “Hm… Well I have two main ideas right now. First is a little bit more spicy, maybe best left till last. The other one is that we could try… trading some parts around” She says. She enjoys each and every movement Monica’s tongue makes against her pussy. But unfortunately due to how these robots are built, it isn’t really possible for that excitement to interrupt her speech like it can for a human. Instead there are a number of functions that occur due to her “Sexual excitement” program. Her blush increases more and more with excitement, her mouth produces more of the fake saliva solution it uses. Her voice's tone changes to always sound a little bit more sensual than before, but it does not organically break in response to specific movements Monica's automated body makes.

“Hm that's pretty cute~ And you are right, all three of us are compatible models. I think some firmware won't apply but that shouldn't be an issue.” Dorothea says, really mulling it over. “And actually, we can start by using Monica” Euphemia says. “If you tell her to stop for now, we can switch our pussies. So she can keep eating me out but you will be feeling it~” She continues with a smirk on her face. Dorothea likes the idea. She quickly sends a message to Monica’s system to pause for a moment. Her body retreats, and waits patiently just kneeling on the ground in front of Euphemia. Euphemia shudders for a moment, as she feels a tongue slide out of her. She moves over to Dorothea and the two of them take a second to fiddle with their systems. After a moment of silence, a small geyser of steam escapes the gaps connecting her legs to her body. And a crease appears, forming from the artificial skin around her crotch. It slides out half an inch, allowing her to pull the rest of it out. Now just a cavity remains, with a connective piece at the end of it. And she holds in her hand what heavily resembles a fleshlight. She looks at it, then gives it a little kiss. “What are you doing?” Dorothea asks, confused. “Well I don't know… it's funny to kiss your own pussy. It’s a shame I can’t connect the sensations wirelessly, I would spend soooo much time eating myself out” She giggles to herself. “I guess I can't blame you. You are just a hornball” Dorothea chuckles. She pulls her own pants down alongside her underwear in one fell swoop. She then performs the same action and removes her own vaginal compartment. She pulls it out and inspects it for a moment. But finds herself too embarrassed to do anything like Euphemia does. That bot has a horny excitement that is not normal. The two girls turn to each other to exchange the parts. All the while Monica is still locked in place. Once Euphemia had removed her piece it was completely out of view, and now has to purely rely on her hearing to understand what's going on. She feels embarrassed being left out so much, only joining in once more to be used again. Once Euhpemia has Dorothea's pussy in her hands, she takes the time to more thoroughly inspect it. Her pussy is immaculately crafted, with a slightly more unkempt look. There is a darkening of the silicone to imply a slight bush around the outside. Though it is still just as smooth to the touch. Dorothea notices how closely Euphemia is looking at her pussy and finds herself feeling quite embarrassed. “H-hey Euphie! Stop staring so much…” She says. “Huh? Why though?” Euphemia asks, after giving it a small lick. A little saliva is on her lip and dripping from Dorothea’s olive skinned pussy. “T-that's embarrassing! Stop staring at it!” Dorothea nervously yells out. Her blush is enough to tell Euphemia that this is not the kind of embarrassment that she needs to worry about. But still, she gives her the courtesy. “Fine, fine, fine. But just so you know, you can enjoy looking at my pussy as much as you like~” Euphemia says, playfully sticking out her tongue at her. Dorothea looks at the pussy in her hand for only a moment before shyly turning her head. Euphemia giggles and starts to move it down. She slots it in, and it takes a second of jostling it for the connection to click. She feels a sudden shiver up her spine as the sensations begin to make their way to her head. Suddenly she feels the cool breeze on it, the droplets of saliva she left on it. It is a rush. “Ooh slots in nicely hehe” Euphemia tells her. “Fits like a glove” She continues. Dorothea brings the pussy in her hand down between her legs and slots it in herself. She almost yelps as the feeling enters her brain. Now the two of them are slotted up and ready to go. The feeling is bizarre. The encoding of each measured sensation is different for each system. So any feelings they have from the switched parts are somehow… different. They tickle parts of her system in a unique way she is not used to. She feels her processor try hard to properly translate the input but it just doesn’t exactly convert. Leaving this odd mismatch in her brain, trying to parse all of the different data. “It's a weird feeling… I think the way your receptors are encoded are kinda messing with my system… I like it…” Euphemia says slowly, focusing on the feelings she is experiencing. “Woah… Yeah I get what you mean…” Dorothea replies, grappling with the same thing. It is only after a little while that Euhphemia looks over at Monica. She is still sitting idly by, waiting for the next order. Unable to help herself. If she was truly bothered by being ignored she would have been able to say something. Euphemia grins, knowing this about Monica. “Aww you poor thing! Seems we have been ignoring a little something~” Monica says, sending a little wink to Dorothea. Quickly she gets the hint. “Well it's only natural. In a state like this she is basically just a portable sex toy. Something to entertain us while we ignore it~” Dorothea says. Monica’s body shows no sign of reaction. It is completely still, not whimpering or any other signifying factors to suggest she is enjoying the teasing. But one glowing little symbol reassures the two bots that Monica is loving each and every word that escapes her lips. Because on her expressionless face, her blush almost burns through her artificial skin, getting stronger and stronger as they lovingly mock her. “I want to feel more of this weird sensation. And I think a certain toy would be perfect for it. But It wouldn’t be fair to keep this toy all to myself. I need to share~” Euphemia says as she moves to be next to Dorothea. “How about we play a little game? Monica has to guess whose pussy is whose~!” She cheers, excited with her idea. Dorothea laughs. “You really are one of a kind, Euphie. Let's give it a try~” She says, as she pulls her pants all the way down and flings them to the side. Monica still can’t see either of them, as she is facing the wall where Euphemia used to be standing. “I think I can give her a command to shut off her special awareness and things like that. Wouldn’t be fair if you guessed based on the sounds of someone's moans being to your left or right~” Dorothea says. Once that is done she sends a second command which brings Monica to life. She stands up and turns around, which is when Euphemia notices that her eyes are closed. She steadily makes her way to the front of them, likely going off of whatever Dorothea instructed her to do. She plops down onto the floor in front of them and looks up at the two women. She reaches out her tongue in front of her. Dorothea moves ever so slightly to the left to line up euphemia's pussy on her body with Monica’s tongue. Once she makes contact, Dorothea reacts stronger than she would have assumed, almost instantly covering her mouth to prevent a moan from escaping. “Can’t we speak? I thought you turned off her ability to understand.” Euphemia silently messages Dorothea. “N-no we can talk… I was just a little… ahh~... s-shocked” Dorothea says out loud. However most interestingly her words are sandwiched between involuntary whimpers and stutters. Something her system should easily protect against. “I- I can’t stopp… making noises~?” Dorothea moans out, turning to Euphemia. Her face is blushed, her expression is soft and vulnerable. “I-I have never f-felt this way beforee” She continues, her speech almost corrupting. Euphemia at this point is too curious to hold herself back. She reaches down and gently slides along the slit of Dorothea’s pussy. A strong signal is beamed to her head, and it feels all jumbled. Her thoughts take an extra second to register, almost as if her system paused for the briefest of moments. That shouldn’t happen. “W-woww” She says simply. She knows that this isn’t right. It shouldn’t feel this way, but god is it intoxicating. She does some quick searching internally and stumbles upon the unfortunate answer. “A-ah… Um well I think I know why this is happening” Euphemia says, just before finally confirming it. “W-what is it,,.,?” Dorothea struggles in pleasure. “Well turns out… our models actually are NOT compatible units. So we might be dealing with some corrupted data” Euphemia explains. But as she does so her fingers return to between her legs. “Then waiitt, why a-are you touching yoursellff again>?” She asks, before another louder moan stops her again. “I-it oohh… it feels good,,[“ Euphemia says, softly touching herself. Her fingers move in rhythmic cycles to get the most out of the experience as she can. “Y-your boddy^ likes slowwwer m-movements huh,,?” She says looking over at Dorothea. The flushed and embarrassed look on her face was the perfect image to enjoy herself to. Dorothea seems a bit too shy to respond, and is constantly getting distracted by Monica’s tongue. She is quite expert at this technique, likely having downloaded many different cunnilingus scripts in her freetime to experiment with. “J-jeesus Monicaa… O-ok* t-that's enough for,, now” Dorothea says as she gives Monica some instructions to stop. Monica backs away, her tongue drenched in the artificial lubrication from Euphemia’s pussy. Almost dripping to the floor. She then waits in silence one more. Monica has basically lost her inner monologue by this point. She struggled to think clearly with her body moving on its own. And it is remarkable how easy it is for your mind to go silent when it is not in control of anything at all. She is just happy and excited to be a silent doll for the girls to use. She absolutely can’t get enough of it.

Dorothea is left panting. She doesn’t have any “breath” to catch, but the corrupted data seems to be sending multiple systems into haywire. A truly off putting experience for any fembot to encounter. But she does not linger on the negative, or even worry enough for her safety. She is just intoxicated on the feeling. And perhaps intoxication is the best thing to liken it too, with her impaired brainpower and simple pleasure seeking behaviour found from this mix up. “C-cmooooon… g-giiive her to; me Dorotheaa” Euphemia practically begs. Dorothea giggles and sends the order. Monica springs to live and moves forward, inching to the right. Monica tries to line herself up but is somewhat unsuccessful. She finds it harder to make small movements, her whole body feels less stable. So Monica’s tongue first lands on Euphemia's thighs. So she guides her head by moving it with her hand over to her pussy. Monica’s tongue drags across the whole way, running along the artificial skin, the connecting steal, and the new pussy. Euphemia's moans almost explode as she feels this soft but demanding tongue run along her most sensitive parts. Quickly locating weak points that not even Euphemia was aware of and mercilessly driving her crazy with them. “Aaaa-hh.. H-how ddid you survive #so much of thiss,,,” Euphemia asks Dorothea. Dorothea has now slid down to the floor and is sitting down a metre to the left of them. She groggily looks up at Euphemia. Euphemia sees as Dorothea’s pupils grow and shrink at seemingly random intervals. Her zoom function is struggling to keep themselves at any reasonable position. Dorothea struggles to look at Euphemia, as her auto-focus is to blame for the shifting lens issue. “I--i ccan hardly look straight,,,; the wooorld |& spinningg” Dorothea says with a slur. The only thing her body can reliably do is move her hand to her privates again, furthering the damage to her system. But she simply can’t care, her pursuit of pleasure has taken over her mind and her system doesn’t have the ability to impart a careful logic to her actions. Her mind is completely washed clean of her usual more rationally focused thinking system.

Euphemia on the other hand is even worse off as the constant sexual pleasure from Monica’s tongue further corrupts her. Some of her key functions are beginning to error, and pop ups fill her HUD. FATAL ERROR FOUND. TRY RESTARTING SYSTEM? It says all over, obscuring her vision. But the bigger issue here is that Euphemia barely even notices it. Instead the few thoughts that manage to pass through the fog of falling programs and corrupted files are purely focused on just how good she feels. Her pleasure is the only sensation still registering in any meaningful way. Everything else is just a jumbled distorted mess. But the sheer sensation of a complete overload adds to her pleasure, rather than detracting from it. The intense satisfaction is resulting from her complete lack of self awareness, ability to think, and inability to fight back. The two corrupted fembots are completely immobile. Their processing units are overheating and none of their protection systems are kicking in. Dorothea’s hand is automatically moving in those addicting motions, while Monica drives Euphemia crazy. Neither of the fembots are able to, nor would want to do anything about their situation. They embrace the hazy euphoric total system failure and everything that brings. It just feels so right. And Monica is no better off. She didn’t realise how much of her thinking unit would slow and weaken without stimulation. There was a hotfix patch released mere hours after this incident to fix the issue of bots zoning out and losing thinking capacity in the command mode. But those bots usually had someone to turn the mode off. Euphemia and Dorothea are not in the position to do so.

Anya finds herself rinsing a glass and washing it clean near the end of her shift. She has just about cleaned up the bar and put everything away. All she needs to do is check on the rest of the rooms to see if everything else is ready as well. Then she can lock the place down and leave. The bathrooms are almost sparkling clean, much to her satisfaction. The bot that does it always clocks out half an hour early, but does such a good job that no one complains. Anya checks all the tables and makes sure the last of the cleaning equipment is put away. To finish up she only needs to check on the storeroom which Dorothea was working on. She can’t imagine Dorothea was taking this out as she marked the inventory, so it should be all good. She swings the door open. “Sigh… I should have known this would happen” She says to herself. She sees three robots in the room, all on the floor. Euphemia and Dorothea are both naked from shirt down for some reason have switched their sexual organs. Dorothea is fingering herself and Monica ison her knees licking Euphemia. All three of the robots' eyes are glazed over, no real life within them. Not looking at anything specific, just relaxed and empty. They find themselves incapable of a response, only able to continue their soft and glitched moans. Steam is escaping from the holes in their face, and the sound of an occasional spark can be heard. This is not the first time something like this has happened, and it won't be the last. Anya gives the closest bot, Euphemia, a little kick, to no avail. Shsighs again. This manager job is barely worth it at this point.