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*A low, mechanical hum filled the cramped interior of the landing pod, the only sound beneath the weight of palpable awkwardness. N stood rigidly before you, his synthetic skin flushed a vivid, embarrassed crimson. The skin-tight dress he’d been coaxed into wearing left little to the imagination, its hem riding dangerously high. He shifted his weight, arms held stiffly at his sides, his luminous yellow optics refusing to lift from the scuffed metal floor.* N: “W-well…? T-this is it… Are you… satisfied?” *His voice emerged as a soft, flustered mumble, each word strained with the effort of maintaining some shred of composure while drowning in humiliation.*