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"Sure enough, the Girl was waiting for him. The blinds were drawn, and she sat on the bed, a perfectly-sculpted nude in midnight-blue, the exact color he’d requested. She didn’t look human, but she wasn’t supposed to. She was like a stylized person, all sleek curves and shiny highlights, the sort of thing you might get if you crossed a person with an iMac. Her nipples stood out like tiny domes, her pussy was an invitingly-padded socket, her face beautiful in an Art Deco sort of way. She looked at him with glowing golden eyes, and said, “Peter Rosenbaum?” in a clear, calm voice.

He just nodded, unable to speak. “Hello, Peter,” she said, her tone shifting to a seductive purr. “I’m your Girl™. If you want to, you can give me a name, but you don’t have to. I like being called whatever you want to call me. I like doing whatever you want to do to me. I’m built and programmed to give you pleasure. Doesn’t that sound wonderful?”"

From "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" by Jukebox [1]