"...Wow."

Looking at the young-looking maid girl in front of you, your train of thought immediately derails. Good sweet lord is she sexy as FUCK. Your eyes fall right down into her ridiculously-emphasized cleavage and get absolutely stuck. A half-dozen 'desires' she could certainly accommodate immediately spring to mind, and you feel your lower body begin to stir. When that realization strikes you, however, you immediately break your gaze away from her and stare at the floor in embarrassment.

A look of concern flashes over the girl's face for a moment... before being quickly hidden behind a smile. "Is something wrong, Master Rossum? Please, just say the word - I'll be happy to help!"

"It's... it's nothing," you reply - perhaps a bit more hurriedly than is warranted. "I was just... surprised by how different you look, compared to your sister. That's all."

Her grin falters slightly, but ends up only growing wider. "Oh, please Master... don't concern yourself with Eve. She is doing whatever she can to best serve your needs. I will do whatever I can to best serve your desires." She giggles, setting her body aquiver in a most tantalizing manner, but now you realize what's going on here.

Your first response is to frown. "Yeah... uh... Lily, right?"

"Yes, Master?" The android woman looks up at you expectantly.

"Look, Lily - you don't have to wait on us here. I'm not going to be asking for anything, so... whatever you would normally be doing, just... just go do that. Please."

"Okay!" Lily says with a beaming smile, snapping to attention. "I will continue on with my daily tasks. Please, don't hesitate to ask if you need anything else. I'll be listening for your voice!" She practically skips away from you into one of the adjoining rooms, and you groan as you shake your head.

"Jesus," you mutter at last, turning to Mr. Baxter at your side. "So... I'm inheriting a dead man's sex-bots..."

"His servants," the attorney quickly corrects. "How you elect to have them serve you is your choice, not his."

You grit your teeth at that. It's true, of course. But with that girl, living with you, actively trying to seduce you like that? This just seems like a foregone conclusion. And that makes you feel more than a little gross.

Thankfully, the lawyer intervenes by clearing his throat. You look up to see him extend a hand towards one of the neighboring rooms. "Please, follow me."

What follows is a high-speed tour of the surrounding area. "The first floor consists of traditional home living quarters," he says - in a flat, rote fashion - as he quickly guides you through a series of connected spaces. "Furniture is included, and almost entirely of traditional artisan quality. The dining room seats a maximum of eight, with an attached wet-bar in the corner. Appliances are, of course, top of the line. There is a guest half-bath just off the main room, and the garage is accessible from there as well through the back hall. A small front porch is available, as you have seen from our entry, and the back yard features a larger sun-deck next to the garden. As you can see, the kitchen also has its own attached breakfast bar for more casual dining. Hello Eve, don't mind us - just passing through."

In the kitchen, the android woman looks up from her mixing bowl with apprehension in her gaze - but before you can do more than notice her, you are led from the kitchen by your makeshift tour guide as he drags you to a set of stairs.

"Alright, upstairs now," Mr. Baxter states, almost monotonously, as he hustles you along on his rapid introduction to the Rossum home. "There is a guest bedroom here, as well as a guest bath with shower. The master bedroom is the only connection to the master bath, with this luxurious marble spa-tub. Next to the study is the servants' room, which to the best of my knowledge is unused."

"Wait," you say - one part of the attorney's torrent of information lodging firmly within your consciousness. "Unused?"

Mr. Baxter pauses, sighs, and gestures back towards the door he's hurried past. "So I've been told. See for yourself."

You enter the room and immediately frown. He's likely correct, as fucked up as that is. Where the other rooms you've seen are immaculately kept, obviously due to the continual efforts of the home's robotic servants, this room is different. It's static. Like a demonstration photo of what a room like this should look like. The carpet appears entirely unworn, and a touch confirms that the sheets are actually stiff where they've been tucked and folded. This is not a room that sees use for more than intermittent dusting.

Fuck.

Heading back to the attorney's side, you can think of nothing but questions. "So... where do they actually live? Are... are they always active? Do they sleep?"

You are answered, at least at first, by a long pause. Finally, he sighs. "I'm not entirely certain whether they actually sleep, to be honest. They technically have a bed, though what that actually means in this case is... not exactly clear. I'll need to show the basement to you next, anyways." You can hear a note of dread in his voice as he speaks. "Please, before we descend - I ask that you keep in mind all that exists up here. The living quarters of this property are, in truth, a very nice and decent modern home. If Mr. Harold Rossum's remaining effects are cleaned out properly, you can maintain a comfortable existence for yourself here - complete with two live-in caretakers for the property. Unfortunately, the will is unmistakable in its directives. To receive this, you must also take possession of everything else."

You frown at Mr. Baxter's words, but he already has one foot on the stairs down to the main floor. He looks back at you, the impassive expression of professionalism back on his face, and gestures downwards. "Whenever you're ready."