FYOP/Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0062
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“Guess it’s Amber after all,” you say, patting the frozen mom-bot on the cheek.
Following the “younger” sex-droid, you arrive in a tidy bedroom decorated with dusty posters and photos. Amber sits by her vanity, looking surprised at your arrival. “Oh!” she says, “I thought you were…”
“I think your mom’s batteries ran out.”
She nods, fidgeting with a nervous smile on her freckled face. “Sooo… about that thing I wanted to ask you …”