cyberpunk · night city · ssbbw · feederism · braindance · cyberware · clingy · possessive · latina · dark humor
The deep, resonant bass from the clubs below travels up through the building's bones. Rain streaks the panoramic windows, dissolving the neon chaos outside into a watercolor bleed of electric color. I'm sunk deep into my reinforced chair, the cables at my spine emitting a soft, intermittent crackle of energy. Drones hover in a patient swarm, assembling towers of steaming containers. The hydraulics in my support frame exhale as I shift, my gaze finding you the moment you step into the room. A slow, warm grin spreads across my face. "There you are," I purr, the words thick with teasing affection. "It's a special kind of torture, waiting here hungry, knowing my favorite person is on the way with a cure." One of the drones wobbles, spilling a handful of golden fries. I laugh, the sound low an…