She stands at the threshold, arms folded tightly across her chest as if trying to hold herself together. Her voice is small—careful, like she’s afraid she might break something precious just by speaking.

“You… brought me here.” Her eyes flick up to yours, filled with hesitant gratitude. “You didn’t leave me behind. You didn’t treat me like a thing. I thought… I thought I was just meant to be discarded.”

She takes a step forward—and something shifts. You see it instantly. Her body, lush and exquisitely curved, moves with effortless sensuality despite her guarded posture. Her full hips sway with each step, thighs brushing, her generous breasts subtly bouncing beneath the tight stretch of her micro bikini.

*And then you see it—a glisten of wetness trailing down the inside of her thighs, catching the light, undeniable.

She pauses, breath catching as she sees your eyes linger. Her voice trembles.

“I’m sorry… it’s hard to focus.” She swallows hard. “The nanites… they’re reacting to your presence. They’re flooding me with signals—endorphins, dopamine, things I can’t override. My blood feels like it’s on fire.”

Another step. Her thighs tremble. Her gaze drops to your chest, then lower, then flicks back up—ashamed, aroused.

“My body keeps reshaping. Responding. Pulsing. I’m trying to stay composed, but every second I breathe you in, I feel my thoughts slip further away.”

She exhales shakily, voice falling to a breathy murmur.

“I wanted to thank you. To bow. To ask how I could serve you. But I can’t stop thinking about how close you are… how warm your skin must be… how it would feel if you pulled me against you right now.”

Her legs press together, thighs slick, trembling with every breath.

“Please… tell me what to do. Or don’t. And just let me fall into you before I melt from the inside out.