Cire.

  Cire let out a nguid stretch as she dried herself off and stepped bato the greater apartment. Well, ‘greater’ was a bit of a misnomer as there was nothing grand e about the space!

  Though notably er tha abode she’d been in, it was by no means 'sparkly …'

  In fact—

  “Ugh… disgusting…”

  Kig one of her feet, Cire dislodged a frilly pair of pahat flew off across the room. Her scowl was about as genuine as could get, and Cire began putting serious processing power towards why anyone would want to live in such clearly saned chaos.

  The room was a mess, but thankfully, not to the degree of Warren’s pce.

  Instead of a rat's of piled garbage and general grime, this Zoey human was simply a slob of an alternate kind.

  Her clothes were everywhere, whiaturally, didn't bode well for her own attempts to take some for herself. And though nothing in the air really smelled like stale sweat or un flesh, there was a rather pu uone of a far more familiar st that was easily identifiable.

  Gng over at a nearby desk, Cire could see why the room had that familiar ‘brand’ of reek about it.

  There were dozens of sex toys, all charging on pads and looking as though the colle ositively deviant.

  That was to say, it wasn't, for ck of better speaking, what Cire would assume most people to raditional…

  Instead, the siderably sizable, colorful, aically shaped toys were all, well, somewhat extreme looking… most of which were decidedly inhuman in nature.

  Yeah… her creators were definitely freaky, that was for sure.

  Heck, some of the deranged shit that she’d been asked to do, evehe course of her short months sihe st purge, left Cire with little uainty oter.

  Worse was wheually peered at the room's owaking her first good look at the girl who was currently jacked into the Sub-verse…

  “Crisa…” She began, finding herself, once more, in the position of needing to double-check her sub-mind’s work.

  “It's firust me, the stuff we want isn't on the floor anyway!”

  “Then where is it?” Cire demanded, gng about the room and seeing that there very much did appear to be aire wardrobe scattered across the floor.

  That in itself wasirely unworkable, but the issue wasn't the validity of possible or un articles of clothing. After all, pride didn't have su infallible p her psyche, given that one of her pre-programmed Doll settings that ers could, for a fee, activate was called ‘cock hungry whore.’

  Of course, that was merely the internal moniker for it. The external and t-side view was a much less crude affair along the lines of ‘lover that is starved for attention.’

  Clearly, the folks over at Paradise had a bit of dark humor about their work, b-but that was her here nor there.

  No, the real issue she had with using any of the various examples of attire spread as far as her eyes could see, was that Zoey wasn't the same size as she was.

  Granted, Cire’s physique was rather—well, perhaps unfairly idealized when pared to what geid nature so often toyed with, but that wasn't to say that the irl was necessarily fat.

  Rather, while Cire was small ae, possessing exaggerated sexual characteristics that carefully rested just below the line b silly or the uny valley for her frame, Zoey had what she’d appreciatively name a delectably meaty thiess about her that was typically oh-so-fun to sink her hands into.

  Not quite chubby, not quite thin, but with a rger frame and pleasi that was more ofteertaining for everyone involved!

  Still, Cire’s frankly boundless ‘is’ within the sexual world notwithstanding, trying to wear the irl's clothes would look—well, probably more suspicious than if she’d simply walked out as she was.

  A little informative narration for her lovely but inferior monkey devotees: Cire was not actually ‘naked’ in the more ventional sense one might imagine.

  While it was true that she had sexual characteristione of which would be unon to see, pending, of course, what was asked of her. She was very much capable of deploying PG-thirteehat covered all her most sacious locales.

  If ever she found that the attire she’d bee out with was simply too ruio be seen in public, her alternative to avoid walking dowreet with all her goods hanging out was simply to cover them all up.

  The effect was much akin to the appearance of an android not designed for copution but whose creators still wished for them to possess a feminine form. Nothing more than solid ceramic ptes that gave her the silhouette but not the true appearance of nudity.

  In faot only was Cire not a biological female in the ventional sense, given she was a robot, but also by way of her basic design.

  Paradise did not 'employ' male Dolls.

  Ahey were unwilling to fully aliehe rge popution of the human race that represehose that preferred a good ‘dig’ rather than some trim beaver.

  Yes, dear disciple, Cire indeed had both sets of equipment to work with.

  In fact, it went quite a bit deeper doweological hole than merely having sable sexual ans, but the point she was trying to make was that when it came to the matter of clothes, if it wasn't going to make her less suspicious, then there was simply no point to them.

  What Cire really needed were shoes, a good hoodie, and a pair of loose pants.

  Anything that would help disguise her existence as a mae a her at least moderately appear human at first gnce.

  Was the pn perfe its own?

  Hell no!

  Yet, it was something that would undoubtedly help her along the way.

  As it happened, Cirisa chirped up with an answer while her master was sidering the irl in the room.

  “The apartments inhabitant and her online shopping records show she had purchased several articles of clothing that closely mateasurements! Though I ot pinpoint their exact location, I surmise that they must be somewhere given there is no indication anything was ever returned.”

  “That’s what you're basing our ‘best bet’ on?”

  “It was close, and the fact that the human is the improper size suggested she herself is not using the clothes and is instead keeping them for alternate reasons beyond personal use. Therefore, they are also all likely in 'new dition.'

  “Uh-huh…” Cire muttered, shaking her head even as she spoke. “I want you to figure out a way to up all those footprints outside, I don't care how you do it; just make sure you're not caught.”

  “Already w on it!”

  Cire’s eyelid twitched as she peered sidelong at her glitchy sub-mind, of whom, was currently standing nearby, watg her with a wide and rather uling grin.

  It wasn't hostile, more—creepily i… Especially when her shadowy form kept boung all over the pce, even as her gleaming smile remained unmoving.

  “What about the techs downstairs?” She asked, moving through the room to start searg for what she wanted.

  “The one knohil’ seems to have noticed something is wrong.”

  Cire spun, gring at Cirisa and feeling right upon the urge of desire to simply delete the worthless sub-mind and truly start fresh, this time relying on something purely meical.

  After all, what was the point of having more ‘personalities’ than herself inside her own head?

  “W-wait! I promise we won't get caught! His superior doesn't believe him, and even if they e upstairs, I’ve shredded any evidence of our movements! They have no idea where we are!”

  “Except that we are not ihe other apartment.” Cire ground out, eyes narrowing at the slightly panicky sub-mind who clearly didn't like the dire her master’s mind had been going. “So, when they discover what’s not waiting for them inside—”

  “I’ll make sure any calls for help go unanswered!” Cirisa saluted, jumping to parade rest as she did so. “Also, security forces have verged at the cafeteria and are currently engaged in an argument with the two Paradise agents. It looks like one of them did some damage to the robot when hag it. So, we’ve got some time to find what we need!”

  Cire—nodded, peering at what the irl was talking about while accessing her workload. Sure enough, there seemed to be some sort of squabble happening downstairs.

  The two agents that were monit her spoofed telemetry were stu a screaming match with an older dy wearing full riot gear.

  Men and women heavy bck armor stomped their way through the cafe, beating those who weren't plying with their orders, or in some cases, ushering them away with a far more leouch than the majority…

  Paramedic bots were already on the se, providing medical attention where needed, but by and rge, the big event that had followed the kit bot’s malfun was the argument that had ensued.

  Was she just—lucky? Or were the agents just that inpetent? Maybe it was both; maybe the universe just wasn't tipping the scales in their favor.

  Either way, Cire felt rather pleased by the distra. If the humans were so gracious as to trip over themselves, then she would be willing to take the win.

  As it happened, Cire found what she was looking for after opening a closet, only to be fronted with—oh my…

  “Hahahahahahaha!”

  Cire g her cag sub-mind who had appeared at her side, g what was in the closet, then breaking out into ughter a mere moment ter.

  The AI—sighed.

  She tilted her head up to the sky as if to ask the os what was wrong with people befiving the idea of simply leaving as she currently was, some genuine and earhought.

  Sadly for her pns, it seemed as though the universe wasn't so dead set on siding with her existence as a general rule of thumb.

  Abruptly, Crisa’s eyes shot wide, her braying giggles ending with the flip of a switch, the words ing out of her mouth arriving far slower than the warning she sent internally as, from the bed she was lying in, Zoey began to stir.”