FYOP/Scenario Chamber/0024
Pumping her hard, you feel yourself climax inside the security droid, her sex gripping your pulsing manhood as she gives a desperate squeak, her plush breasts quivering, roiling, then becoming liquid, the melting material setting off a cascade of sparks as it leaks inside her body.
Her speaker-mouth trembles with an electrical squawk before blowing out completely, leaving behind a smoking hole of sparking wires in her abstract face, her upturned pigtail antennae sputtering with electricity as pinkish material pools like wax beneath her, leaving only her mechanical internal structure behind.
You pry open her chest panel to reveal the smoking cavity where her core is held, set within a sea of molten goo. You pull the core from the smoldering mess of a robot and make your way back to the lobby.