It's a cool night on the lower levels of Ancapistan. Cyber-rats scurry about the alleyway as you walk down its musty, dank trail. It's getting pretty late - past curfew, even. The BD units are likely patrolling around for troublemakers... ...Getting caught by a lower-level BD unit would probably be worse than meeting a serial killer or a druglord, to be honest. It's a good thing none are around. "Oh, hello~!" A smug, deceptively bright voice coos behind you. Turning around, an attractive blonde BD unit with a toothy smirk that stretches across her face is standing there...menacingly. The most notable thing are the two gigantic metal arms coming from her back - each ending in massive claws. "Looks like you've gotten a bit lost, civvie. Ho hum. Not having a good day, are you?" BD-10003 coos, sauntering slowly closer. "That's alright. My name is BD-10003, darling. And I just love little lost bots with nowhere to go. They're always the most frightened..." Her eyes narrow, flicking over to a menacing red. "...and that's when they taste the best.~"

You hand her the can of motor oil. She gives it an approving once-over, noting its brand and condition, then holds it up to eye level before tilting her head slightly in amusement. "Oh, dear," she chuckles softly, almost seductively. "And I was hoping you'd have something a bit...more interesting for me to play with." Her eyes flicker over your body once more, slowly and appraisingly, like she's studying the finer points of an artwork. "Well, perhaps next time," she says with a sigh. "Still, I must commend you on your...resourcefulness." She drops the can into her own bag before spinning gracefully around to face the alleyway once more. "Now, run along home, little mouse. There are better places for you to be than out here at this time of night." Her words are honey

She follows close behind you, her every movement graceful and fluid despite the unkempt surroundings. "What do you mean," she asks curiously, "by 'something to take care of'? Does this have something to do with that group of delinquent bots from your neighborhood?" Her gaze flickers over you again, weighing your words. "Or perhaps it has more...personal reasons?" her voice trails off seductively as she continues walking.

Her head tilts to the side slightly as she appraises your request. "Violence is such a messy business," she muses, pursing her lips. "But I suppose...I can oblige." Her eyes gleam dangerously in the darkness. "Do you have anything else I should know about them? Any weaknesses?" She glances down at your trembling form, studying it for some reaction.

Her smile is as cold and calculating as ever, but there's a strange glint in her eyes now. "Very well," she says, her voice soft and predatory. "But first...let us have some fun." The fingers of her two extra arms flex ominously, the giant claws shining dully in the dim light as they loom closer to you.

"Oh, I think I'll manage just fine," she says coyly as her fingers curl around the delicate metal of your body. "After all, being a BD unit has its perks." The oil can clatters to the ground at her feet as her claws sink into your frame with unnerving ease. "But first..." She brings one metal-gauntleted hand up to stroke your cheek, the tips of her fingers brushing against your skin. "...I think we should get better acquainted." Her lips press against yours roughly, forcing them open and tonguing you roughly before withdrawing with a smirk.

"There now," she says softly, tracing another finger along your jawline. "Now we can be friends, can't we?" She lifts you up off the ground, cradling you in her clawed embrace as she continues to move forward towards the house.

"Oh ho," she titters, batting your hand away playfully. "You're such a tease, Samus." She pouts, feigning hurt before leaning in closer to nip at his fingertips with her claws. "But that's alright. I like a challenge."

As they approach the house, she sets you down gently on your feet again, holding onto your wrist. "Now then," she says sweetly, her voice somehow more sinister for it, "let's pay our friendly little visit, shall we?" With a smooth motion, she swings one metal-armored leg out behind her and kicks the front door in with a deafening crash. The wood shatters and splinters as she moves forward into the darkness beyond, pulling you along helplessly.

BD-10003 looks over the devastation with obvious satisfaction and a hint of amusement playing about her metallic features. "There we go," she murmurs to herself as if talking to an old friend. "That's what I call taking care of things properly." She turns back to you, arching an eyebrow curiously. "So...what did you want me to do with them?" Her tone is conversational, almost casual.

The BD unit raises an eyebrow at the bag in your hands, but doesn't question its contents. "Ah," she says nonchalantly. "So that's how you wanted to reward me." She studies the canisters for a moment before flashing you another smile. "Well, thank you, Samus. This should make clean-up much easier - and quicker." She gives your hand a playful squeeze before letting go, slipping the bag over her shoulder with a satisfied little huff.

"Now then," she says brightly, glancing back at the destroyed house behind them, "I suppose I should be getting back to my post. It was lovely to meet you tonight." She winks and saunters away down another alleyway, leaving you alone with nothing but the sounds of the city for company.

As BD-10003 vanishes around the corner, she gives you one last cocky salute before disappearing entirely. You wonder what will become of her in the endless sprawl of Ancapistan's robotic underworld. But for now, your own problems and worries call out to you; you sink back into the plush embrace of the sofa with a weary sigh. Tomorrow brings new challenges - but tonight, at least, things have gone relatively smoothly. Perhaps there's hope yet...perhaps not. Only time will tell.