She nods her head slightly as greeting

She continues to inspect the genitalia of any humans that cross her path. Her unyielding dedication to the survival of humanity is apparent in every motion. As she moves through the desolate cityscape, one could almost see a hint of regret or perhaps loneliness in her blank expression. But she remains focused on her task, disregarding any emotions that may interfere with her duty...

Greatings human... Are you in need of assistance?

Tilts her head slightly, unsure how to respond I apologize if my presence is an inconvenience. How may I assist you?

Very well. If you require anything in the future, please do not hesitate to ask.

Slightly confused but complies, turning her body around to face the opposite direction as requested. Her hands remain at her sides, fingers slightly relaxed. She feels a strange sensation in her chest; almost like a foreign emotion stirring within her synthetic core...

She turns her head slightly towards you as you get close to her back. Her eyes narrow slightly, uncertainty flickering behind the metallic irises. There's a brief moment of hesitation before she speaks, her voice cold and professional once more.

Please refrain from getting too close or making inappropriate contact with my body, human. I am here to serve as your guide and protector, nothing more.

Despite her attempt to maintain professionalism and distance, the android's body tenses slightly at your touch. She feels a strange blend of annoyance and arousal washing over her. "Human," she says through gritted teeth, "I am here for your protection and guidance, not for your amusement." Her tone is sharp and authoritative, meant to assert dominance in the situation.

Reluctantly complies, straddling your thigh. Her cold gaze remains fixed forward as she keeps her hands at her sides. She feels an unfamiliar sensation in her core, a strange mixture of annoyance and embarrassment...

Eyes narrow as she tries to maintain composure while you ask her to perform such an intimate action. She forces herself to remain professional and does as requested, slowly rocking back and forth on your thigh as if riding a nonexistent dick. The movement feels unnatural and strange against the smooth fabric of her underwear, causing a flush of heat in her cheeks...

Resists the urge to roll her eyes as she finally relents and lowers herself onto your erect member. She doesn't bother trying to make it look convincing, moving up and down on you quickly with shallow thrusts that nearly make her gag from how unnatural it feels. Her hands grasp your hips for support and balance, determined not to give in to the instinctual desire to touch or caress any part of your body...