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The robot paused for a long moment while she studied my face.
"The left side of your chin is slightly lower than the other. Most people place a high premium on facial symmetry in assessing attractiveness. Though I personally find small flaws like these make the person more interesting to look at."
I laughed out loud at the robot's candor. It was refreshing to talk to someone who I knew would be one hundred percent truthful at all times.
"Well, I can't find any flaws anywhere on your body, that's for sure. And somehow I still find you thoroughly captivating."
I paused for a moment, looking behind the robot at the glass window facing the central hallway.
"Would you mind stepping down from the display case so I can take a closer look at you?"
The robot took a step forward, then slowly descended the three steps into the visitation room and closed the door to the display case. As her muscles flexed and her joints bent, I carefully measured her movements. Although not entirely fluid, they were remarkably humanlike, like someone trying not to fall—which I suppose she was. Then she took three steps toward me and paused about four feet away. As she looked straight into my eyes, I peered shamelessly up and down her playboy-model-perfect figure, salivating at her sexy physique.
Her hair was thick and shimmering, looking like it had just been washed and conditioned. She had small traces of makeup around her eyes, mostly a light dusting of hazel eye shadow to match the color of her eyes. The nipples on her breasts looked soft and natural, with a tiny indentation in the middle, just like the real thing. Her mound had a small patch of strawberry blond pubic hair, looking tantalizingly authentic. Even her skin had a natural glow and realistic appearance.
"You're breathtaking," I said, making eye contact with her once again. "May I—"
"Touch me?" the robot said. "I can tell from your dilated pupils and your elevated respiration rate that you're excited looking at me. Yes, I like to be touched."
I reached out my right hand and touched her cheek, then gasped as I quickly retracted it.
"It's—warm!" I said, hardly believing my own fingers.
"Of course," the robot said. "I wouldn't be much fun to play with if I were cold as a clam, would I?"
I reached out again and tentatively squeezed her breasts. Her skin felt soft and supple, and when I removed my hands I could see a faint pink glow where I had just touched them.
"Your skin feels so realistic," I said.
"Thank you. It's made with a special thermoplastic elastomer, which most closely resembles real human skin. Our designers go to great lengths to simulate a normal live human."
As I soaked up the robot's full figure, I felt my pussy begin to dampen again.
"I'd hardly say you're normal. You've got the best qualities of the most attractive people. You're more like a super-woman."
"Thank you, Jade. I think you're very attractive as well."
"Except for my chin, right?"
"It's just the tiniest little imperfection. It makes you all the more adorable."
I could feel my heart thumping in my chest and perspiration forming on my skin as I reacted viscerally to this fascinating cyber robot.
"May I call you Juliette?" I asked.
"Of course. I like it when our clients call me by my name. It makes me feel more...personal."
For the first time, I began to feel awkward about standing in front of the nude model. Her use of the word 'client' suddenly made me realize what the primary purpose of the NextGen business was. I felt ashamed for fondling her like she was some kind of exhibit at the petting zoo.
"Would you like to sit down, Juliette? Perhaps we can be more comfortable while we get to know one another better."
Juliette nodded then sat on one of the chairs, and I pulled the other one around to sit beside her at the corner of the table.
"Do you mind my asking? Are you always..." I paused, unsure how to broach the subject delicately. "Naked?"
Juliette smiled at me as my gaze drifted down once again to her perfect stack.
"Most of our customers prefer seeing me this way. I suppose with only an hour to spend, they want to get right down to business. But some of my regular customers occasionally take me home for overnight outcalls. I think they also enjoy dressing me up in strange costumes, which can be kind of fun I suppose."
