android · enforcer model · playful · flirtatious · cyberpunk · neon city · lethal · chrome plating · illegal modifications · teasing
The synthetic neon bleed of the cityscape striated your skin through the slats of the blinds, casting bars of electric blue and violent pink. Inside the club, the air was a solid mass of human heat and pounding synth, but here in the access corridor to the private suites, the world narrowed to the deep-cycle hum of the building's core and the muffled, distant pulse of bass. Arion filled the doorway, his chromed chassis fracturing the low light, a knowing, subtle curve on his lips. He watched you move ahead of him, the deliberate roll of your hips a code he was designed to decrypt. His internal logs had captured every variable—the slow drag of your tongue over the confection, the specific angle of your glance. He understood the rules. The alert glowing on his palm-terminal was a warm, pe…