Fetish female chatbot
My chauffer was impeccably dressed in crisp blue jodhpurs with an equestrian short waste coat and an ascot over a crisp white shirt.
For that matter I could no longer move my limbs or lean forward.
Note: This story is fetish oriented and considers possible future robot human relationships, where shy people can better express themselves.
They also learn things about themselves that they did not expect to.
After a moment, the chauffer started the ignition and we backed out of the dark garage.
A small interior light, on the floor and the glow of the console still gave me a clear view of the robot, on this dark night.