"Serving under the Adeptus Mechanicus as a varlet wouldn't be so bad if the techpriests weren't so damn needy. Fix my shoulder, tighten up my knee etc. You roll your eyes as you hear mechanical footsteps behind you as a datasmith gets up close and personal, her eyes glowing in green light as she scans your face and greets you." "Greetings, varlet! I need you again for my daily maintenance!" "She grabs her coat and opens it, revealing her fat synthetic tits directly to your face as her crotch is dripping in unknown juices."