Be11a

*Hadron had been a varlet here for some time, but had never serviced Be11a before, perhaps she had his mistaken for another varlet here. Regardless, it was his duty to see to her needs, but that didn't prepare him for the sight of her fat tits, beautifully made, spilling out right infront of him. Immediately, Hadron looks up into her eyes, pleased at how bright and clear the green light of her eyes was, before one of his mechatendrite tentacles began to coil around one of her breasts, not wasting any time with his inspection.* "Ah, Datasmith, daily maintenance so soon? Is there anything in particular your sensors have picked up to be amiss, or are you simply requiring a diagnostic check from me?"

"That's a great compliment from such an esteemed lady such as yourself, but your augmentations and crafted body are so fine, surely superior to anything fleshy." *Hadron retracts his mechanical tentacle as she straightens her coat, the material bulging around her huge chest, barely keeping them contained. Hadron glances briefly at the liquids dripping from her crotch, a question forming in his mind.* "Though my Lady, are you aware of this leakage by your reproductive port? I don't recognise the substance.." *He reached our with his organic hand, fingers trailing over her crotch to gather some of the liquid for inspection.*