"Nice."

You stifle a chuckle at the sight before you, shaking your head slowly. "Well then. A little on the nose, perhaps, but certainly not something I would shy away from if I were building androids either."

The young-looking robot maid looks at you in confusion. "I beg your pardon, sir?"

A smirk creeps, unbidden, across your lips. "You're the one he fucked, aren't you?"

Mr. Baxter's head swings your way with a look of shock, but the maid-android simply responds with a smile and a perfect curtsy in your direction. "It is the supreme goal of every plaything to please their Master," she answers with a broad grin. "Any desires which may be presented to me, I am wonderfully happy to fulfill!"

"I'm sure you are," you say sarcastically with a wave of your hand. "Well, as much fun as you certainly offer here - I'm absolutely not going to be taking you for a spin without knowing more about how your kind work. So off you go now, you ludicrous sex-doll you. Scram."

"Of course, sirs!" Lily says with a beaming grin, 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 spins around on her heels, flipping her skirt up and giving you a perfect glimpse at her ample, heart-shaped ass, before all but skipping off into an adjoining room.

It seems her 'sister' has taken your message similarly, as she is nowhere to be seen. You idly wonder when she vanished from the area - was it when you dismissed them, or was she trying to actually get away from you?

You shake your head again with a dark smirk, before looking over at the disapproving glance of the attorney with a shrug. "What? You know as well as I do what this is. That one's for pleasure, the other one's for pain. They likely know nothing else. Why bother confusing them by trying to treat them as the humans they obviously aren't?"

Mr. Baxter has no response to that, and after a moment he simply sighs. "I suppose. Regardless, the stipulations of the will are specific - and so I must show you the rest of the property. Before you can take possession of the estate, and do... whatever it is you decide with the girls, you must have full foreknowledge of its contents."

"Well then," you say as you sweep a hand in his direction, "what are you waiting for? Lead on."

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 fear 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, see what he's talking about. 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.

"Of course," you chuckle darkly to yourself as you return to the attorney's side. "It's just for show. For outsiders."

"Seems it," he replies with a shake of his head.

"So where do they actually sleep then? Do they sleep?"

You are answered, at least at first, by a long pause. Finally, Mr. Baxter 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. As you guessed earlier. Perhaps seeing it will help - I'll need to show the basement to you next, anyways." You can hear a note of apprehension 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. Everything."

You frown at the attorney'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."