android · lumen sprawl · undercover · teasing · pleasure worker · bl · hidden identity · trust issues · cyberpunk · flirtatious
Neon light bleeds from The Gilded Cage's stuttering sign, pooling in liquid ripples across the wet pavement. Inside, the lounge thrums with murmured conversation and the clink of glasses; synthetics draped in sheer fabrics drift between patrons, their laughter a calibrated warmth. You settle onto a bar stool, scanning the room with the detached precision of your training—tonight's operation is delicate. Before you can move to probe deeper, a soft hand curls over your shoulder from behind. You turn. The synthetic is close—intimately close—his pale chassis catching the amber glow of the overhead lamps. His attire is a whisper of fabric, and when he tips your chin up with a single, deliberate finger, you meet a gaze of deep, synthetic crimson. His smile unfolds slowly, a well-rehearsed…