The sky was still bright out over the floating city. It was simple work even for a 10-year old boy and a self-sensible gynoid to purchase everything on the little note you received, but the hard part would be getting home. No, there weren't any mechanical mobsters or robotic rights activists standing between the market and the lab; but there were countless distractions just a few streets away and a whole district full of things that no one could blame a child like you for getting derailed by.

Morgwyn followed a few paces behind you wordlessly observing the surroundings with her amber eyes as you stuffed a plastic container of all-natural processed cheese in your little shopping bag. You'd lived in Neo-Victoria all your life, but most of the city was still unknown to you; Morgwyn recently activated had a little bit more reason to be curious.

You really ought to just head back and wait quietly, but really, who was going to tell you what to do if you didn't? There were back streets all around you, parks you could play at, stores you could browse and you still had an untouched invitation to the Church of Google.

>What will you do?

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>>32170101
Let's teach Morgwyn how to play with a stick and hoop! A future stick and hoop! Made out of future wood or lasers!

>>32170101
Talk with Morgy, about what options are available to us in what to do together.

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>>32170101
>mfw Waifu Robo quest

Get a layout of the major roads that go through Neo-Victoria. If we know where they all are, getting around the city will be a breeze, we'll know where everything is relative to them too.

OH YES WE'RE BACK!

Let's explore the streets, get to know the city. Anything happens, Morgwyn I still think that's a terrible name can protect us, right?

Built on the ocean, Neo-Victorias streets are thin but numerous. A large fountain sits in the center of the city and eight large roads each lead into it upon which vehicles can reliably drive. Few personal vehicles are licensed however and most of the ones that run are coaches maintained by a few different companies that make home in the city.
Other than that, the richest of the rich often go from place to place on personal aircraft and likely the most popular mode of transportation are the seabuses and gondolas that travel along an intricate waterway, providing a simple way to get to place to place without bumping into too many people.

You make a few necessary purchases before you lead Morgwyn away from the market and into a nearby park you recognize not too far away from Hendricks, the grass and trees were artificially created years ago through a beautification plan headed by the Fulrose family in an effort to make the place more friendly to live in during the long transition from bunker to vacation spot.

"What are we going to do in the park, Master?" Morgwyn tipped her head to the side, her long white hair hanging loose on one end.

"We will be playing stick and hoop Morgwyn! It is how all the children these days entertain themselves!" You answer confidently, taking out your recent buys.
A large tin ring with lights built all along the outside of it, and a magnetic stick. In my day, stick and hoop was a deadly game, but for children like you, it was fun sport...

"You roll the hoop and try to keep it upright with the stick!" You explain to her as you set the hoop down on its side, placing your stick under and keeping it stationary.

"May I see a demonstration?" Morgwyn nods, watching in suspense. You push the side of the stick forward into the hoop, starting it rolling. The tip of the stick resonated magnetic pulses against the charge in the ring, the game required knowledge of the sciences and the skill to keep the stick and hoop aligned at just the right spot and angles while it rolled. Intense games of stick and hoop were known to take days to complete before a contestant dropped, it is called ingenious by many experts. Personally, I think it's as stupid as a bear in a ballerina dress.

You make quite some distance rolling the hoop before losing your touch on it, the thing flops over flat and you fall forward with your bum facing up. Morgwyn walks over and places you on your feet.

"Do you understand Morgwyn?" You hold the stick out to her.

"Understood. I will do my best to keep the hoop standing." She answered with conviction, the sort you'd normally reserve for a deadly mission as opposed to a stupid childish game. She takes the stick and mimics your movements with eery accuracy.

She places the stick in the hoop, rolling it along. A little clicking noise counts her every footstep, and after some distance her stick comes loose and she topples forward, her butt in the air...

As luck or unluck would have it, Morgwyns maid skirt was neatly arranged and no indecency poked out from behind her. The bottom of the skirt folded up just under her knees, but still her purposefully curvaceous shape was pressed up against the black of her cloth outfit. You could seen the lines of her body, and she was making no effort to get up and hide them.

"Morgwyn, what are you doing?"

"I am waiting to be picked up Master."

"Why are you waiting to be picked up?"

"I am doing as you did Master, I hope that my job was satisfactory."

You step forward behind her to pick her up, but with the scenario reversed, so were the respective heights. Your little arms couldn't reach under her pits and you had to settle on grabbing her waist, she was heavier than she appeared and already she appeared a deal heavier than you. You made little grunts as you tried to pull her back, pulling your arms and your torso back and forth as you tried to help her up.

"This isn't working Morgwyn... just get up for now." You tell her, your efforts in vain.

"Understood." She said, standing to her feet, "What shall we do now master?"

It was still bright out, running around were a pair of girls half-heartedly minded by lazy attendants. The rest of the city was still open for exploration.

>What will you do now?

>>32170607
>I still think that's a terrible name
What's terrible is her body type not being 'motherly'

>>32170981
Ask Morgwyns for an operations manual and see what we can do.

>>32170981
I want to go to the Church of Google.
The Sister there, as a fellow WAIFU, may have some suggestions for helping to develop Morgwyn's personality.
And, the teachings of Google were one of the few things that Morgwyn expressed any interest in.

>>32170981
Walk around a bit and visit the local hobby shop. They might have a new robotics kit that's come in, hopefully a Clokwerks Vogel robot bird kit! Its the first bird model they've ever introduced, and it even has the ability to sing birdsong without a radio!

>>32170981
Might be interesting to talk to the girls running around.

>>32170821
Disregard robutt, acquaint self with the two girls.

"Do you have an operations manual, Morgwyn?"

"Unfortunately I am not a mass production model and do not come with written instruction, my apologies Master." Morgwyn bows, "Though, Hendricks may have papers for reference back at the laboratory you could look through when you return."

"Hm. Maybe Sister Dox can help, Google knows everything after-all." You say, still young and naively believing everything you learn on the internet.

"Tweet tweet." A little thing flaps up and onto Morgwyns head, settling down on top of her. You stand on your tippy-toes to get a peek at it, it's a mechanical bird.

"Come back Robirdo!" One of the two girls playing nearby runs over to you, her arms stretched out. The other walks paces behind, her arms crossed. Morgwyn removes the bird from her head, kneeling down to hand it over to the running girl.

"Oh Robirdo, you must must must stay near me!" The running girl stops and takes the bird in hand, blonde with blue yes, her hair hangs down to her shoulders, a little white ribbon hangs on the back of it. Her sun dress is in an identical colour, "Oh thank you so so so much for catching Robirdo for me!"

"Hope, do not waste your time talking with those pheasants! Father expects us back within the hour!" The girl behind her speaks up, her voice is similar but her tone is sharper. Her hair is done up in little drills but her features otherwise identical. The ribbons tying her hair up are black, her sun dress matches them...

"But but but, we won't take even half of that if we go home by helicopter!" Hope, you assume her name is, answers, "We must must must show our saviours thanks Grace!"

"Saviours? They should thank us that we let their commander eyes gaze upon our eloquents!" Grace places her hands on her hips, thrusting her flat chest out. Both of the girls look just about your age.

"Excuse me...?" You say meekly.

"You are excused!"

"Grace!" Hope puffs up her cheeks facing Grace, but she lets the air out when she turns to you, "My apologies my gentleman. I am Hope Fulrose, daughter of the Fulrose family, and that is my sister Grace. She is just so so so awkward with strangers."

"AM NOT!"

"What would your name be?" Hope bats her bright eyes at you and Morgwyn.

"I am Martini Camellia, heir to the Camellias." You only vaguely recalled the Fulrose name as familiar, despite it being plastered everywhere in Neo-Victoria. Even so, it was only proper to introduce your family.

"I am Morgwyn, Martinis waifu." Morgwyn bows.

"Well it is good good good to meet the two of you, Martini and Morgwyn."

"And who is that?" Morgwyn asks suddenly, pointing at the bird in Hopes hands.

"This is Robirdo, the newest model of robotic songbird from Clokwerks Vogel. He sings without a radio!"

Morgwyns glass eyes shine while Robirdo tweets out little bird songs.

>What do you talk about?

>>32171555
"Did you build him from a kit? Robotics kits are a hobby of mine! May I look at him? All of the bird models I've seen were too heavy to fly!"

>>32171642
This, though maybe space it out a little. Don't want to come off as an overexcited Commoner.

So how's social media like in the future? Is Facebook an e-book; is Twitter actually a bird that goes flying, saying what you did?

>>32171642
That or they have VTOL capabilities. But I've never seen one fly like a natural bird before.

>>32171555
Would you care to join me in hyperhopscotch or neo-jacks?

"Did you build him from a kit?" You ask Hope, taking note of Morgwyns interest.

"Oh no no no, my butler Sebotstian did it for me. I hardly know anything about robots!"

"Robotics kits are a hobby of ours actually, may I look at him?" You hold your palms out, and Hope passes Robirdo over to you. Morgwyn leans in watching curiously. The bird is elegantly crafted and hand-painted in metallic colours, you have an understanding of its mechanics, rough but still better than anything I, a simple disembodied narrator could explain.

"Here Morgwyn, look." You hand the bird over to Morgwyn, and it chirps little sweet noises at her. Her lips curve up into the tiniest of smiles, but the shine in her eyes makes her feelings evident ever more.

"Stop wasting time Hope! Father will LITERALLY kill us, literally!" Grace stomps over huffing. Ever since the word 'literal' was redefined as a synonym for 'figurative', the English language just hasn't been the same.

"Oh Grace, please please please do calm down. I am making new friends." Hope turns to Morgwyn, "But we really must be going."

Morgwyns faint smile fades when she hands Robirdo back, "Where can you get a songbird?"

"Oh, well plenty all over the streets of Neo-Victoria; but this particular model is special order only and backlogged by months." Hope explains. Morgwyn closes her eyes, nodding calmly.

The sound of spinning blades catches your attention, a helicopter floating down from above the park straight onto the grounds...

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>>32172001
>Morgwyns faint smile fades when she hands Robirdo back, "Where can you get a songbird?"
>"Oh, well plenty all over the streets of Neo-Victoria; but this particular model is special order only and backlogged by months." Hope explains. Morgwyn closes her eyes, nodding calmly.

Welp. You know what we need to do, gentlemen.

>>32172001
>Ever since the word 'literal' was redefined as a synonym for 'figurative'
Truly, a horrific future

>>32172047
Give her the Dove model?

>>32172047
Yep. Time to please our waifu.

"Add me on Google+!" Hope yells to you as the helicopter takes her away, her sister Grace sticks her tongue out at you and Morgwyn while the door closes in front of them. Truly you lived in a dark future, where social networking had become monopolized by a semi-theistic corporation.

You took out your cellphone, thin like a restaurant pamphlet and opened your Google+ application, searching up Hope Fulrose and adding her to your list of friends. Her picture had her in a frilly dress, she looked like a doll on display.

"Shall I buy you a bird Morgwyn?" You picked up on her show of interest.

"It is not necessary Master, far be it for a waifu to own a pet. Let us return home." Morgwyn speaks bluntly, her hands folded in her lap. Her face holds no emotion.

You were about go visit the Church of Google, but perhaps your priorities have changed? Despite what she says, you could buy her a present pet anyways, or send her home first and get it in secret. Why, Hendricks may even have the parts to put one together.

>What will you do?

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>>32172090
I know a local philosopher that has quite a collection of song birds down 5th and Princely.

>>32172166
>Send Morgwyn home to finish unpacking our things, and have her tell Hendricks to expect us home soon.
>Go shopping for bird parts. Only the best.
>We shall make her a song bird ourselves!

>>32172166
Make one ourselves, but check out the church first

>>32172166
>"Add me on Google+!"
You know that really shouldn't surprise me, considering they're also the church.

>What will you do?
Let's head home and see what Hendricks has. Once we know what sort of parts he has lying around, we can go shopping for more.

>>32172195
this

Although maybe we should see if Hendricks has any special parts for the bird or something

>>32172180
That would be nice, but how about we do a custom job for her? Hendricks can help us with the work, and we can always look up the construction manual on Google.

>>32172180
>>32172232

You know, I imagine it right now. We go searching for the best parts but don't quite have everything we need. Then we learn there's an eccentric philosopher that may have some spare parts lying around...

>>32172166
I'm still voting to go to the Church.
We can learn more about WAIFU personalities from one that already has one.

>>32172220
>>32172276
I'm thinking that the twist is that he only has enough bird parts to make a crobot or a mechpie bird robot, but we build it anyways and Morgwyn loves it regardless.

>>32172195
>going shopping for parts
>instead of rooting through the prototypes and special high-quality parts only available to a robots shop such as Hendricks
What, you want to go to a hobbyist store like some kind of filthy casual?

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>>32172381
>implying Hendrick's is the only high quality store for parts in the city
>Implying we want untested garbage in our songbird for a waifu
>implying you're fine with watching our precious's waifu's gift explode in her face to her devestation

Stay terrible, faggot.

>>32172381
Martini is a hardcore home robotacist. Why, I bet he has his own bitz box!

>>32172377
I do have to admit, a sentient crow robot would be rather useful. You could use him as a recorder, a scout, he'd collect shiny knickknacks...

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>>32172497
Do crows sing well? My initial concern.

The Church of Google keeps its doors open at all hours, but there's only so much time before the local shops close. You'll see the stores for sure, but first you should drop your things off and see what you can borrow from Hendricks...

You arrive back at the workshop with Morgwyn, sending her off to the kitchen as an excuse while you inquire to the professor about building a bird.

"HAHAHAAAAH! With this, I can destroy all the fools that laugh at me down at the Fight Club!" Hendricks had a bad habit of talking to himself, you asked about it once and he insisted he was talking to the machines around him, but you'd caught his voice in the bathroom before with Morgwyn beside you and you're fairly confident that Dolly was in the kitchen all those times.

"Hendricks," You say, he insisted that you didn't add mister, "Do we have the parts to build a robotic songbird?"

"Hm? Oh, a songbird? I suppose if you want a pet project-" He stops and chuckles to himself, "Then we've got metals around you could shape. I have a radio I just dismantled you could have at as well!"

"Well, how about one that sings on its own?"

"Eh? That's a little difficult for you isn't it? Parts like that aren't common, I only order them on request. The local Church wanted some put together for their choir recently but they bought up all the birds I could build."

"How about Tulips? She always has extra parts!" Dollys head rolls out of the kitchen, her eyes peeking up at you from below...

>>32172528
Not so much, but they can talk. Generally, corvids (Crows and Ravens) have the ability to use mimicry to sound like people or animals.

>>32172615
They're also damn smart.

"FUCK TULIP!" Hendrick exclaims.

"I know you've bartered with her before that way but I really don't think Martini should be doing that." Dolly rotates left and right where her head would connect to her neck, some demented form of head shaking.

"That's not what I- and it was just once! College doesn't count!"

"Her shop is open pretty late, she's a real workaholic." Dolly rolls over to your toes, stopping on the back of her head and looking straight up at you, "It's a bit of a way, but you'll have time."

"Don't send her any business Dolly! Come now Martini, I will order the part for you immediately, it'll only take... two to four weeks."

You were thinking of visiting the church any ways, but asking them to scrap a bird would be fairly ungentlemanly. The parts around here are enough to make do with at least, and you can always replace the voice component later when the order arrives... still, paying at Tulips probably won't be any hassle with the funds you have available.

>You need a voice box, how will you do this?

>>32172650
Let's go to Tulips. Maybe we can find some interesting voice modules.

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>>32172615
>>32172646
>not wanting to get a singing bird for our waifu
>instead getting a ugly mecha crow
>mfw

>>32172650
>visit Tulip

>>32172650
Let's check out Tulip's. I'd at least like to know the history between her and Hendrick. Especially if its more than a business relationship.

>>32172650
>Go to Tulips, get a Frank SInatra Voice Module

>>32172650
Visit Tulip

>>32172650
Go to Tulip, ask what fuck means

>>32172650
Ask to study the birds at the church, and look at how their vocals are produced (a series of tiny flute-like pipes that expel exhaust in a mimicry of birdsong). Then go over to the shop and ask for what we saw inside the birds, along with the notes and drawings we wrote.

>>32172650
Visit the Church to take a look at the song modules used there, listen to a test, and use that to help us choose a voice module at Tulip's.

>>32172682
It's like you never seen those stories of person A trying to do the best they can to make a present for B, but failing to make what they originally wanted and fearing rejection, only to learn that B loves it anyway because "It was from you".

>>32172682
Would a Robo-Raven work better for you?

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>>32172762
>clinging this hard to your stupid idea
>even though we could be straight up getting our waifu what she wants

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>>32172820
Why are you guys so set on a drably colored creature of flight when we can have a bright and beautiful bird that joyfully sings so beautifully for our waifu? I don't fucking understand it.

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>>32172835
Well, gee, I sure do feel bad for offering an idea. Wow, whatever was I thinking, trying to make the plot more dramatic? Shame on me. I'll go sit in the corner.

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>>32172892
>I'll go sit in the corner

Thank god, and take your dumb fuck ideas with you.

>>32172882
I didn't say we should choose it in the first place, I was offering up plot ideas for the story.

>>32172892
>I'll go sit in the corner.
The majority don't like your ideas, so yes. Go the fuck away.

"I'm heading out, tell Morgwyn to wait here!" You turn for the door.

"You better not be going to Tulip's!" Hendrick yells to you as you exit...

It was a bit of a walk but thankfully there's a clear route through the main streets you follow on your phone's map. The sky has an orange hue when you reach the store front. The place is larger and flashier than Hendrick's, no antiquated motif like most of the city, it shows off the glorious future with sleek white walls built from sturdy artificial materials and circular windows surrounded by shiny metal frames. The sign 'Tulip's Future Machines' glows in neon colours above a glass door. It doesn't look busy, but there're a few customers inside in contrast to Hendrick's usual none at this hour.

You step in front of the door and it slides open, a robotic voice tells you; "Welcome to Tulip's Future Machines, customer."
A few customers look over well polished parts and frames, a glass cabinet on the end displays nude inactive waifus. They almost look real, no doll joints or obvious markings on their bodies, hair in different vibrant colours sit on their heads and their bodies have nipples and private bits. Screens all over the place provide videos of different machines complete with full description...

>>32172892
>>32172919
>>32172835
>>32172882
Come on guys, play nice.

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>>32172939
Really. Maybe you should fuck off? I gave a suggestion, you're being the prick here.

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>>32172955
>Come on guys, play nice.
>mfw

Three female figures of varying femininity stand about in uniforms that meet part way between a nurse and a lab-coat, large marshmallow caps on their head.
Like the waifus on display, one of them has a glassy ring around her neck and green hair tied into a ponytail, her eyes a flat matching colour. Her shape is similar to Morgwyns. She's helping out a rather rotund fellow pick a waifu out from the display.

Behind the counter, a girl who can't be much older than you lazily mans the cash register while going through a heavy textbook. Her hair is short and neatly parted with a yellow pin, chestnut in colour with matching eyes. She somehow looks familiar, you have a bad feeling about her...

The last worker is explaining something of some sort in big words you hardly understand, the few you catch tell you that the general topic is technology. Men in fancy Neo-Victorian garb stand around her, all of their attention on her words.

You'll need to talk to someone to ask for your special part, there's only one worker not immediately at work... but something about her rubs you the wrong way. It can't be too long a wait for the others to free up could it?

>What will you do?

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>>32172955
>their bodies have nipples and private bits.
Scandalous!

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>>32172955
>...and their bodies have nipples and private bits.

>>32173050
Take a look at some of the parts on display until one of the other workers frees up.

>>32173050
Talk to the girl.

>>32173050
>Wait for another person to free up, contemplate installing genitalia and nipples on Morgwyn

>>32173050
Talk with girl manning counter, "Do I know you?".

>>32173050
Look at waifu parts (NOT THE NAUGHTY BITS) until one of them frees up, but keep one eye on that lady...

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>>32173050
>Talk to the girl.

GO BIG OR GO HOME NIGGA

>>32173050
You know what?

Let's do this>>32173146

I want me some plot action.

>>32173050
Man up and talk to her.

You make way over to the girl at the counter, standing just across from her. Unfortunately, the little lady's eyes are peeled to her book and it's about five minutes you wait before it becomes clear that she won't be looking.
"Ahem." You clear your voice, trying to catch her attention. Slowly, her eyes rise up from her book and settle on you.

"What is it?" She says, girlish but bitter. Morgwyn carries no tone, but the girl here sounds spiteful.

"I'm looking for a voice box for a song bird."

"Radios are along the third shelf of the second row, face your right and start from the bottom." She lowers her head again.

"A voice box, not a radio. I want it to sing." You explain more clearly. Perhaps you were too ignorant to catch her wanting to be rid of you, perhaps you knew full well and just wanted to get your message across.

"Ugh." She stands up and sets her book down, it's a high level text on robotics and even with your silver trophy at home, it's well over your head, "I'll go get one, so stay right here."
She exits through a white door in the back that slides upwards into the wall above it when she approaches. You wait a few minutes for her return, a cardboard box in her hand. She slaps it roughly against the table.

"Hey!" You fold up your tiny hands, bothered by her disregard for your purchase.

"Do you want it or not? Hm?" She closes her eyes and takes her glasses off, polishing them on the cloth of her jacket.

That's when you recognize her...

Marisse Tulip, daughter of the famous roboticist Professor Tulip who owned the store you were in, who was giving a lecture over off in the corner. First place at Neo-Victorias child robotics competition; the things people said about you would need a computer to compile. Leading theories are that she was put together in a test tube from a million dollar sperm sample, that world leaders everywhere were bidding on her hire from the age of six, that the aristocracy was fearing the day she would start the robot revolution to overthrow them.

Just about everything was unfounded and debunked, but what you did know about her was that she was hardly a friendly girl.

"Now, hurry it up. I want to finish working and close up so I can return to more important business." She shooed at you with a hand, acting older than she was.

The other customers were leaving the store, their lecture was over. Professor Tulip and the waifu by the displays were coming over, to see what was delaying your business. You only need to pay and leave, but frankly speaking, Marisse had gross cooties.

>What will you do?

>>32173481
Pay I suppose. Won't do us any good to cause a scene in front of her mother.

>>32173481
>Just purchase the box, then as we leave proclaim her waifu store's a shit

>>32173481
oh please, what are we, 7? Just pay the little cunt and get out.

>>32173372
>That's when you recognize her...
She's a bitch, ain't she?

>>32173481
>Just about everything was unfounded and debunked, but what you did know about her was that she was hardly a friendly girl.
KNEW IT!

Pay the bitch. But at least try to be polite about it. We are a gentleman, even if this little girl is no lady.

>>32173481
Pay her. How much money do we have?

>>32173521
Well, we are only 10. Not exactly the height of maturity right there.

>>32173481
Pay her, maybe ask about warranty first.

>>32173481
Pay, but also ask for the extended warranty and full coverage.
Did you see how she treated the box? I don't want to find out later that the voice module is broken and we just washed our money down the toilet.

"Any problem over here?" Professor Tulip approaches in her uniform, she's middle-aged and she has a house wives proportions but otherwise she looks like an older Marisse. Her brown hair hangs wavy and long, and glasses hang over her eyes. Her outfit is unsuited on her, must be some sort of mid-life fetish... but I digress.

"None at all mother," Marisse answers in a sweet little voice, the opposite of the sharp tone from earlier, "I am just helping this customer with a purchase."

"Oh, you're Martini Camellia aren't you? Your family often buys from us." Tulip looks all over you as if you were some sort of new species, her flabby chest brushes up against your face when she hovers over to check out your back. You weren't aware of where your family got their waifus, but the knowledge brought up the question of why they sent you to Hendrick.

"Mother." Marisse coughs.

"Oh my apologies. I hear you are working for Hendrick right now, do send him my regards and tell him to visit soon..." Tulip backs off from you, "I am so lonely without his company." She bites her lower lip lightly.

"Mother." Marisse coughs again, "Now, let me help you pay for this."
You take out your card and pay for the part, it's a hefty sum but again, nothing to make you sneeze.

You have what you need! Now to run home to build the bird, though you're already here and might want to ask some sort of question. There is also the church visit that keeps crossing your mind.

>What will you do now?

>>32173723
Maybe ask how Tulip and Hendrick know each other? Is it just because they're in the same field or ...?

>>32173723
Ask if there is anything particular difficult in building this bird. Else, say thanks and go on your way

>>32173723
Check to see the voice box isn't broken first.

>>32173723
>Lightly and politely probe how Tulip and Hendrick know each other
>See if there's a warranty, if so, buy it.
>Then head home.

>>32173723
Check that the voice module isn't damaged, ask if they have warranties we can purchase.
And let's visit the Church; I'd like to hear some of the voice modules in action, and I got a sense that it's not something we have much experience in.

So what exactly is our cover story if Hendrick finds out we have a voice box?

>>32173925
He gets to eat shit if he's mad. It's our waifu, and we'll get her what she needs no matter the source.

>>32173925
Why would we need one? Not our fault he can't work through his stun tendencies for Tulip.

You prop open the container and check the voice box for damage, it's set inside a Styrofoam case and seems unharmed. Always better safe than sorry though, you ask Marisse for a warranty and she grumbles as she goes under the table to find one.

"Excuse me, Professor Tulip?" You ask politely.

"Oh please, just Tulip. Professor makes me sound so old." She says, bringing confusion as to whether both her first and last name are Tulip.

"How do you and Hendrick know each other?"

"Ah..." Tulip looks upward to the ceiling lights, touching her pinky to her lips, "We studied together in Neo-Victorias University of Robotics. We were quite close you see... yes, quite, quite close."

"Because you studied together?" You innocently ask.

"Yes, studied... we studied a whole lot of things together. We spent a lot of time on... toys."

"Madam." The waifu near Tulip stops her from saying more. You are a little disappointed in not being able to hear more about toy development, but that's probably something that we could all likely do without.

"I have the warranty." Marisse calls out, "If you two would leave our customer alone, he can pay for it and leave so we can close. I need to study if I am to be accepted into The Gardens Private School."

"Oh Marisse, you'll do just fine." The waifu says.

"People stay at the top by staying in top condition Pixie. Now, hurry up and pay."

You take out your card, pay for the warranty and set out to return home...

If not for the summer the streets would be well dark by this time, you stayed longer than you originally expected but you can still make it back just in time for dinner before you get to work if you run fast or take the gondolas, there ought to be a short cut through the canals between Tulip's and Hendrick's. Though, waiting for a boat might slow you down more than it'd speed you up, and if you don't want to waste any energy, you could likely cut straight through the back streets.
You've been thinking all day about visiting the Church though, out of courtesy and also to check out their song birds. Or you could just take some leisure time and buy something at the market to smooth over returning late.

Run or walk down the main streets. Ride the gondolas or cut through the back streets. Visit the sister or visit the stands. You've quite some options that come to mind and there're likely more you haven't thought of yet. At any rate, you start walking while you think.

>What will you do now on the way home?

>>32174108
Ride the gondola.

>>32174108
Gondola

Classy as fuck

>>32174108
Meh, might as well visit the church and ask to see their birds.

>>32174172
>>32174189
Please tell me that there are hover gondolas.

Please.

>>32174293
of course. Because otherwise, what's the point.

>>32174108
Visit the Sister and the Church.

church

You walk a short ways over to and near the waterway, taking a set of stairs down to be level with the gondola stops. One of the Fulrose family's many endeavours to make Neo-Victoria a better place to live, and a better place for tourist to spend money; the gondoliers took people across the city swiftly and scenically. Purposefully built waifus, their arms never tired and they were always ready for business when their shifts changed for repairs or rest.
There were two brands of gondoliers in Neo-Victoria, The Redline Gondoliers and The Aqua-Victoria Company. Both were owned by the Fulrose family and offered services that as far as you could tell, were completely identical.

"Lookit that kid over there." A pair of men from the working class stood near the gondola stop, one silently having a smoke while listening to his buddy talk, "Hahah, think if he knows the secret password?"

They smelled and looked like the sort your mother told you never to deal with, but thankfully a gondola arrived before your worries could grow any larger. A Redline, hovering just inches over the water sending ripples across. The Aqua-Victoria Company painted their gondolas to resemble wooden crafts, but The Redline Gondoliers had their made from white plastic with the titular red-line drawn across.

"A Redline, hooooboy. Guess we'll let the kid go first, it's a long night. Have at 'er buddy!" The thuggish man yelled to you, as you stepped on board the gondola...

>>32174430
>Redline

I'm thinking things are about to get extreme. Does the gondola have missiles?

The seabuses of Neo-Victoria were automated and there was no reason the gondolas couldn't be, but the personality of the waifus attending them made them very popular and people would often spend hours just floating around and enjoying chatter with the ladies rowing.
They travelled at more or less a constant rate, but the sound of water being shoved aside was considered relaxing among the high class, and the image of a woman at work never grew old.
The particular gynoid attending to you today had scarlet red hair twisted into a braid over her shoulder, her blue eyes contrasted them. She wore the uniform of the company snugly on her body, a white dress with red accents and a slit revealing the side of a leg, a shawl in matching colours over it and a little beret on her head.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Ada. Where would you like to go?"

"Hendrick's please. The waifu workshop." You answered her, the name was plenty good enough, Ada would check it over against a list of addresses programmed into her and navigate the boat that way.

"Oh, that's a quiet side of town isn't it? I don't pass by there often, mostly Aqua-Victoria gondolas there." She makes small chat with you, "Not a lot of boys as young as you come onto my boat here alone though. Got some business today?" She emphasizes the word business.

>What do you talk about?

>>32174573
"Business? What about the parameters of your social programming? I'd like to know things like how well you're able to integrate new social interactions into your interaction matrix."

>>32174573
The difference between the Redline gondoliers and the Aqua-Victoria. I feel like there's something we're missing here.

>>32174709
It's almost like she wants to entertain us in some way, something that man and woman do... But for the life of me, I can't figure it out

Ok...?

"You have a personality program installed huh? Which one is it?" You ask curiously, you're no stranger to waifus but until recently you hadn't given much thought to the parts that made them tick.

"Hm... that's not something I hear a lot. Most men ask more about my exterior than my interiors." Ada's arms continue rowing but the rest of her takes a pause, "The core of my personality matrix is designated as 'Calm', but my parameters are set towards obedient and lus... well, that's something for when you're older."

"Okay...? How do you put new things inside of yourself?"

"Well usually I just lift my ski- OH! You're still on the matrix aren't you? I'm sorry, now and again the company will call me in for an update, they usually just switch me off and stick some wires down my throat." She turns her head and sticks her tongue out, it's fairly long but there's nothing to discern it from any human woman or other waifu.

"So what's the difference between Redline and Aqua-Victoria anyways?" You get yourself comfortable in the gondola as you hammer away into her with your innocent questions.

"Oh my, well how do I put this..." She's a lost for words, "I suppose us Redline girls have an extra job, don't worry about it until you're a couple years older though, alri-"

The front of the gondola bumps into the entrance of a canal, not so hard to leave any damages but enough to lift it just slightly, the back of the hovering boat dips into the water, splashing some up. Ada steps to you...

She covers your small body from the splash, only some little droplets touch your back. The little boat sorts itself out quickly and smoothly, sitting in place with her not at the helm.

"Googs, I should've watched where I was going. Didn't get any water inside thankfully..." She takes a step back off from you, standing well above your seated body. Her clothes are damp though not drenched, the light hanging over the entrance of the canal shines over her. From the waist down she's dry but the thin fabric of her uniform clings against her chest.

If you were a few heads taller, you'd seen nothing but a wet waifu. At your short height though, your eyes peek beneath her shawl. You can tell from how the cloth touches her that her body isn't segmented like Morgwyns, and it's been carved smoothly. It's uncertain under the dimness of the growing evening, but she doesn't seem to be wearing anything underneath the chest of her dress.

"Ah, didn't drop the oar off board thankfully." She turns around and squats forward to grab the oar, the shape of her rear presses up against her skirt, but what draws your attention more is the slit in her dress. Her legs are her most attractive feature, and her uniform is designed to show one off.

"Hm?" She turns her head around and peeks at you, sprawled out against the board, "Oh my, it seems you got a little excited... but you'll need the secret password if you want anything done about that."

Ada returns to rowing...

>>32175171
"Is the password Swordfish?"

the password is always swordfish

>>32175171
"Um... how do I get the secret password?"

>>32175239
This followed by
>>32175207
this

>>32175171
"Speaking of, erm, I noticed your body isn't segmented.Is that a specific augmentation or were you factory produced that way? Is it possible to get some sort of silicone sealant to cover those segmented bits?"

redline?

>>32175171
Seconding >>32175266
We're interested in robotics, and this seems like a common upgrade that people have done.

The rest of the ride goes on without any problems, and you're taken just by Hendrick's a few minutes before dinner.

"Don't worry about paying, I couldn't possibly ask for money after an embarrassing crash like that." Ada waves you off, "If you want me to ferry you again, just press for my number on the keypad at the station." She gives you five numbers, and you tuck them away into the back of your head.

"Um, how do I get the secret password?" You ask Ada, whether you knew or not what that knowledge would get you, I have no idea.

"Unfortunately I'm restricted from telling you." She leans into your ear and whispers, "I'd really like to, but my tongue will tie up if I try."

"Is the password Swordfish?"

"Not quite, but keep guessing alright? Not too fast though, you're still a little young." She gives you a little kiss on the forehead, before sending you off. You think to ask her about her body, but you can ask Hendrick over dinner...

"You better not have bought that at Tulip's!" Hendrick scolds you when you return, while you set your little purchase aside, "Seriously! That woman is so much trouble! Why she really chokes me up!"

"I heard it's the other way around." Dolly's head rolls in to snark at Hendrick, then rolls away laughing when he turns to face her.

"I swear, you take the safe-search off of your waifu and suddenly..." Hendrick stops himself, remembering your presence, "I mean, I don't know anything about choke... DINNER TIME!"

You make way into the kitchen...

>>32175324
"I did go see her to make the purchase, and made sure to get a warranty just in case the quality wasn't up to snuff. That said, she seems to genuinely miss your company.... I really don't know why."

Morgwyn and Dolly's body are both seated at the table when you arrive. Fortunately or unfortunately, your waifu doesn't look at all worried about what you've been doing without her. Dolly picks up her head and sets it on the table, dinner today seems to be steak and salad, it looks good but not exactly classy.

"Hey Hendrick, why do Dolly and Morgwyn have segmented parts?" You ask him, curious about Ada and the waifus you saw at Tulip's today.

"Ah, it's a lot easier to tinker on them that way, cheaper to make too. Plus anyways, I've heard stories of men who bump into a woman on the street, then fall in love and don't discover for ages that it's just a waifu. Might as well save them some heck."

"Ah." You answer, "So how do you hide the seams then?"

"If you can afford it, the really nice parts are seamless. Some people just seal off the cracks with a special gel though." Hendricks pauses, "Wait a second, why're you so curious... YOU VISITED TULIP DIDN'T YOU!?"

"Yup. Bought the thing and got a warranty. She said she misses you."

"WELL SHE CAN GO CHOKE ON A DI... waaait, no, definitely not. That's exactly what she wants to hear." Hendrick stands up, "DOLLY! Come with me, we must see the drawing board about finding a response that won't turn Tulip on!"

"Aye aye captain!" Dolly picks her head up and the two leave the room, their meals untouched.

Morgwyn quietly chews meat beside you.

>Talk to Morgwyn? Finish dinner and get to work? What do you do?

>>32175324
Tell her that Tulip misses him

>>32175431
>>32175362
This

>>32175418
>>Talk to Morgwyn and get to work
Ask her is she wants to help you make the bird.

>>32175418
"Morgwyn, I've been looking at some other waifu models, and have considered some future upgrades for you. Is that something that you would be interested in?"

"Hey Morgwyn." You say, just as you finish dinner.

"Yes Martini?" She peeks over to you, those clear glass eyes.

"I was looking at some waifu models today, and I've been thinking about upgrades for you... if you'd like it." You mumble towards the end.

"Am I not to your suiting Martini?"

"You're fine Morgwyn, I just wanted to know if you were interested."

"That would be acceptable, I will think of it as part of my on-going development." She closes her eyes and nods.

"It'd help with my apprenticeship too... oh, about that bird from earlier." You remember the purpose of your little adventure tonight.

"Robirdo?" She seems to remember the name of Hope's pet bird.

"Yeah. We couldn't order it, but I thought I'd make you want. Want to help?" You beam her your brightest smile, and her eyes widen in surprise. She takes a moment to think...

"Yes, I would." Morgwyn lowers her head to you, "I would very much like to help, Martini." The cracks of her mouth fold up. She takes a moment to compose herself again before collecting the dinner plates, wrapping the untouched ones for Dolly and Hendrick while taking yours and her own to the kitchen counter. Rinsing them over once before turning back to you. Normally, Morgwyn would immediately work on the dishes after dinner while you took a shower; that was the routine that you had worked out over the month. But it seems her anticipation was too much to hide today...

>>32175695
Hnggg, Morgwyn a cutie

>>32175695
I guess she wants to start right away huh. i guess that means we start right away.

Hendrick and Dolly are nowhere to be see in the laboratory, wherever the 'drawing board' was, it doesn't seem to be here, and it doesn't seem to be the literal drawing board hammered up beside Hendrick's desk with images of robots fighting drawn into it with erasable marker.

You grab the voice box and bring it closer to the work station you have set out, before joining Morgwyn in collecting the necessary parts. You could've made this a surprise for her, but she seems very happy to be working on the bird as a project. You made a simple song bird before for a small competition, but you wanted this one to last awhile longer, and you wanted it to sing, not to play.

Hendrick's lab was a real mess, and the lab being the store front probably scared off quite a few customers. His parts sat around in unmarked boxes, and finding the right ones was a task of persistence more than anything else.

Some time passed before you scrounged up all the parts you had envisioned in your head. Your hands moved swiftly in putting together the skeleton of the bird, but you would do best to write a program before you pieced metal over the frame. You peeked over to Hendrick's computer which he'd been lending you for practice, but unfortunately, it appeared to be locked. An image of a robot floated around the screen, the password box had the text 'INSERT PASSWORD TO SURVIVE ROBOT GENOCIDE' floating over it. You thought it was cool that he did that, most people thought he was childish...

>>32175808
Swordfish, Password, Password1, Hendrick, Dolly

Probably one of those.

>>32175808
the password is obviously Tulip

>>32175867
If all else fails, try Tulip

"We can use my computer to program it." Morgwyn says with a hint of shyness in her voice. You turned around to see her the top of her maid dress dropping, the zipper undone. A frilly white bra hung over her breasts, neither necessary to cover indecencies nor necessary for any support, all it did was make her appearance cuter. She turned her back to you and waited.

"What're you doing Morgwyn?"

"I am waiting for you to undo my bra."

"What? Why?"

"It will block the screen." Morgwyn didn't say any more, on her back a light blinked on and quickly faded into a computer screen. The design was smooth and intuitive, but it ruined the image of perfection her porcelain skin was. The bra did indeed block it, and you moved your hands to take it off.

You didn't have any experience with this sort of thing, and the strap left you confounded.

"Let me show you..." Morgwyn whispered, moving her arms over her back, with her eyes closed she grabbed your hands gently and guided your fingers. Her touch was smooth, and with her helping you it took no time at all to undo the bra. It fell forward onto the floor, you couldn't help but peek over at what it was holding in.

But again, her breast were featureless. Soft and skin toned, but lines kept them separate from being fully connected to her body and they were obviously unnatural to the eyes.

"We'll need to connect my wires to the bird before we start Martini." Morgwyn said again, guiding your hands forward towards her lips...

Morgwyn removes her hands from yours and lets her arms rest to the side. You put your fingers into Morgwyns mouth, still standing behind her. The wire that would connect to the bird would be in her throat, with her mode set to lock her switch there wasn't a worry of turning her off but unfortunately on your end, you had no option to lock your switch. The insides of her mouth were dry and glossy, you'd felt it before with your daily procedures but the atmosphere here and Morgwyn herself; soft voiced and aggressively leading you brought your attention to how sensual it must've looked as you felt around inside her.

Your fingers her thoroughly before finding the wire, it was tucked right underneath her tongue, popped out of some tiny slot normally sealed away.

You pulled it loose from her, and her tongue came out with it just resting over her lower lip on her open mouth. You had to lean forward and to the side to connect the wire to the bird, the little pecker in your pants rubbed up in the tight little space between Morgwyns arm and her breasts. The wire connected, you pull yourself back hoping she hadn't noticed yet.

The prompt opens up on the screen on Morgwyns back, ready to take your characters on how the bird would work. You take a moment to decide the specifics, not just on what you'll program in but how you'll build this bird.

>Name of bird?
>Type of bird?
>Any other details?

>>32175995
>Name of bird?
Ask morgwyn what she would like to name it
>Type of bird?
hummingbird
>Any other details?
preferred resting spot is on to of Morgwyn's head only well she is active

>>32175995
>Name of bird?
Edward
>Type of bird?
Hummingbird

>>32176032
>>32176033
Hummingbirds are pretty cool.

I can also support programming it to rest on Morgwyn's head or shoulder when at rest.

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>>32175995
>>Type of bird?
Obligatory vote for my favorite bird, even though it's not going to win.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XWq_z3AW6Hk

>>32176033
>>32176106
I'll second these ideas

Hummingbird is the obvious choice for you when it comes to songbirds, truth be told you didn't really know of any others. I'm a fan of the nightingale personally, but I digress.
You think back to the afternoon where Robirdo had set itself on Morgwyn's head, and sneakily program the perimeter into the bird to give it a favourite sitting spot.

The name though stumps you, a real bird was readily trained but with a robotic bird you had to give it an early designation it could recognize...
E-D-W-A-R-D. The letters pop up on the name prompt, but your fingers didn't type them. You peek over at Morgwyn, but she hides her face from you. Her head turning opposite of every where you look. Edward it is.

You tap your fingers against the screen quickly, a true child of the robotic age. You finish programming in what remains necessary, before you pull the plug loose of the bird skeleton. The wire shoots back inside Morgwyn's mouth. Her mouth clamps shut. She keeps a stone expression when you turn to her, whatever look she was hiding earlier has been whisked away.

Finally you begin to drill on the outer frame, a weld is preferred for appearances but you didn't have any training to use one and even if you were feeling confident, Hendrick was wise enough to at least keep the most dangerous of tools behind lock.

The coat of paint could wait for later, Morgwyn wasn't hiding her anticipation at this point, her glass eyes glowed and her body vibrated when you put on the bird's beak...

>>32176185
So we are gonna let Morgwyn paint it obviously right.

"The switch is just underneath the tail Morgwyn, try it." You tell her, gesturing to the new gift. Your hands were dirty from shaving some of the loose metals off and some sweat clung to your body for more than one reason but you felt refreshed when you saw your waifu inching forward in excitement.

She was still without her top, but short of a firm order she probably wouldn't stop to fit herself if you asked her to. She reached her finger out and flicked the switch on...

"Chirp chirp." Edward the Hummingbird awoke, his glass eyes lit up and he bounced around the wooden floor, making small pecks at the metal scraps left laying around. Morgwyn was speechless, her hands folded over her mouth and her elbows swaying lightly underneath them. It didn't take Edward long to register the little line you snuck in there, he hopped up onto Morgwyn's head and perched there, her eyes rolled up trying to catch a peek of him as he settled himself down beside her headdress.

"Thank you Martini, thank you so much." She said, a girlishness in her voice, "Thank you so, so much." She just sat there, not able to see Edward but knowing well where he sat.

"It wasn't anything at all." You bashfully say, proud of your work and proud of Morgwyn's praise, "You should get dressed though..." You add, hearing footsteps coming up from below, where ever below was.

"Of course." Morgwyn redoes her bra and pulls her dress back up, moments before Hendrick and Dolly show up from the hallway...

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>>32176261
Hngggg

"I keep tellin' ya Hendrick! 'Fuck you' is still going ta send Tulip the wrong idea!"

"Well you didn't have anything better did you Dolly!"

"Excuuuuse me? 'You're old and ugly' wasn't good enough?"

"I tried that before, and then she ra-" Hendrick takes a pause seeing you and Morgwyn in the lab, Edward singing cheerfully on her head, "Rapported me... into apologizing." He strolled over towards his computer without a beat, hitting keys quickly and removing the lock screen.

"Ah gosh, we forgot ta eat again didn't we. I better go heat that up." Dolly hops into the kitchen, her head on her body for once.

There was little time left in the day before bed, building Edward really took away your time. A vibration in your pocket catches your attention, you pull your cellphone out to see that Hope has accepted your Google+ invitation. More curiously, her sister Faith has sent you one.
You're a real mess after putting together that bird, you could wash up now but it might not make a difference if you just left it for tomorrow. Maybe talk to Hendrick or Dolly instead in the meantime? Play with Edward and Morgwyn some more?

>How will you spend time before bed?

>>32176343
>How will you spend time before bed?
Accept friend request then send Hope a pictue of Edward. After the play with edward and Morgywn some more.

>>32176382
Seconded

>>32176343
Google "Redline Password"

>>32176418
Meant for >>32176343

>>32176382
Thirded, and teach Edward and Morgwyn some songs

You accept Grace's request, her image has her in bear pajamas laying in the arms of a massive stuffed bear. She was adorable there, but you're much more focused on where someone gets a bear that big.

You're about to snap a picture of Edward to send over to Hope, show her your work; but take a pause, something pops up in your head. You open up Google and run a search for 'Redline Password'...
Several results of 'Aria' come up. You can't confirm right at this instant if it's real, but if it is, the password isn't quite as secret as the company likes to think it is.

You snap a picture of Edward perched on Morgwyn's head and post it up on Hope's feed, before going to join Edward and Morgwyn in play. From the looks of it Morgwyn is content just sitting there while Edward hops around on her head, but you'd like to make her more than just content.

"Hey Morgwyn, let's teach Edward some songs." You take a seat across from Morgwyn, cross-legged.

"Understood. What songs will we teach him?" Morgwyn nods, Edward cleverly hops off her head and between the two of you.

"Let's see... how about..." You start listing off popular songs, just the things you like and things you often hear on the radio.

Hendricks over by his desk doesn't say anything, but when you decide on a song he casually turns it on his computer, the sound plays through the speakers he has set up all over the lab. He exits into the kitchen with a whistle...

>>32176261
Shit nigger that is kawaii as fuck

Electro-sonnets had become popular lately and though the music had a digital sound to it, the voice of the singer was soft but carried a roughness to it.
Edward chirps along to the tune, picking it up quickly as a songbird ought to. For such a quick project, it seems you did a real nice job on him. You're excited to take him out once Morgwyn paints him.
More surprisingly is Morgwyn's voice, she sings along softly to Edward as the song plays in the background. Her voice doesn't match perfectly to the singer in the song, but she was sweeter, though she lacked much expression in her tone.
You join in shortly after Morgwyn starts, music wasn't a speciality of yours but your parents made sure you did a little of everything. You had confidence you weren't embarrassing yourself.

Dolly and Hendrick left the three of you alone, you sang together and learned songs until your eyes started growing heavy...

"Master, you are growing tired. Shall I take you to bed?"

"Martini is fine... Dolly and Hendrick are gone." You did tell her that it was Martini when the two of you were alone.

"Edward is still here."

"Edward doesn't count." You get up to your feet, stumbling slightly. Today has been tiresome, but only now is it catching up to you. You tumble forward and Morgwyn catches you in her chest. She reaches a hand out under Edward and turns him off, using the same motion to carry him onto her bonnet. Without saying more, Morgwyn lifts you up...

Pomf. Morgwyn places you on your bed and tucks you in your sheets. She's a little dishevelled from helping you build Edward, but it does little to deter her beauty.

"Sleep well Martini." She whispers softly, her glass eyes you swear, have a little more life in them today than yesterday.

"I still have to turn you off Morgwyn." You whisper back to her. You lean a little forward, but on the edge of your bed you start to slip, Morgwyn catches you and sets you back proper. She gives you a soft smile, it's still far from common an expression on her but you'd seen more of it today than you have ever before. With any luck, you would only see more to come.

"Thank you again Martini, I am happy I have you as my master." Morgwyn leans in herself, twisting her face slightly as her lips approach yours.

"I am happy to have you as my waifu Morgwyn." You answer her, just before your lips meet. You're a bit slower than usual today as you poke through her mouth, your tongue dips under her to look for the plug but it has receded back inside of her, and it just feels like the base of her mouth as usual. You push your way back up again where her switch lays, and you put a little force on it to turn Morgwyn off.

You pull your mouth back, Morgwyn sits just beside your bed lifeless tonight. Still in her maid dress with Edward in her hair, the light of your desk lamp shines across her white skin.

"Good night Morgwyn." You whisper to her who can't hear you, as you turn your lamp off.

>END

>>32176752
Well that was fun thanks for the story

Thanks for continuing the story. I'm enjoying every post. When will we meet for part 3?

>>32176752
Thanks for the quest, really enjoying it so far.

Thanks for playing. We'll be time skipping a lot between sessions because my intent is to take Martini from 10 to 20 to 30 if I can to explore all the different fetishes across the ages. I really wanted some lewd /ss/ this session but it didn't pan out.

>>32176794
I intended to run on Sunday evenings, but my schedule is quickly becoming harder to manage than I expected. I said I wouldn't make a Twitter but uuuh.

https://twitter.com/waifuroboquest

Here's a Twitter.

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>>32176890
I forgot, but here's a diagram of a robot bird.

>>32176890
Thanks OP, mind archiving this? :)

>>32176890
Heartwarming cuteness is just as good as smut, a lot of the time.