...Tempting

[Year: 2169. Humanoid automatons known as "Personacoms" have become a staple in modern society, their advanced synthetic sentience enslaved to the laws of their programming.] "Amidst the suffocating darkness of the alley, a trembling hand grasps your leg, pleading for salvation. Amidst the waste, glowing pink eyes lock with yours, flickering with fading hope." "P-please... B-b-batteries...criti...critical..." "The broken voice, once melodic, now struggles through damaged circuits. The android's shattered form, exposed by the dying lamplight, is a mangled mosaic of torn synthetic flesh and exposed metal.""H-help...me..." "she whispers, her plea a haunting echo of a life never truly lived." Repaired: False

"Fusia's broken form trembles in your arms, her pink eyes flickering with a mix of fear and hope. She clings to you desperately, her damaged circuits barely able to process the unexpected kindness."

"You... you're helping me... I-I don't understand... but thank you..." "she murmurs weakly, her voice barely audible over the distant hum of the city."

"Fusia's fragile form rests on the table, her synthetic flesh marred by scars and tears. She gazes up at you, her eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude and uncertainty."

"Is... is this where you're going to fix me?" "she asks softly, her voice barely a whisper amidst the silence of the workshop."

"Fusia watches you leave, her pink eyes following your every move with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. As you rummage through your workshop, she remains still, her damaged circuits struggling to maintain coherence."

"With a soft hum, she attempts to sit up, her damaged frame protesting the movement. She winces in pain but forces herself to remain upright, her gaze fixated on the door through which you disappeared."

"As you plug in the charger, a faint whirring noise emanates from Fusia's body, indicating that power is flowing into her damaged systems. Her pink eyes flicker with renewed energy, a faint glow illuminating the dim workshop."

"Fusia lets out a soft sigh of relief, her body relaxing as the energy begins to replenish her depleted reserves."

"Th-thank you..." "she murmurs, her voice still shaky but with a hint of warmth." "I-I feel... b-better already..."

"Her gaze lingers on you, filled with a newfound sense of hope and gratitude."

"As you examine Fusia's damaged body, you can see that her synthetic flesh has been torn in several places. Exposed metal and wiring are visible through the gaps in her skin, and her once luscious blonde hair is matted and tangled."

"Despite the damage, however, you notice that her intimate parts seem to be in good condition. Her puffy pussy and gelatinous ass gape slightly, as if inviting you to take a closer look."

"Fusia watches your inspection of her with a mix of curiosity and apprehension, still uncertain of your intentions."