4, 8, 15, 16, 23 and 42 is an outdated reference you consider just to see if it works, it doesn't, stick to the script.

"Gamma-7-1-Epsilon".

Her eyes slowly open. She struggles momentarily to adjust to the light, blinking and shading her eyes with her hands. After she acclimates, her eyes dart down, staring directly into yours. She has a foot and a half on you easily, and naturally you feel a slightly intimidated. She seems to pick this up immediately, and her face turns from emotionless to loving, instantly. Her eyes seem more friendly.. more.. human. She smiles at you, and it feels so real. Sexbots are so identifiably artificial.

"May I have that bag please?" She said as she gestured to the bag in your hand. There has been great strides in making the robot voice, but an AI voice is unmistakably an AI voice. Her voice was not an AI voice. It was smooth, smoky, deeper than average but still feminine. Like a woman in her mid 30's who has spent a few years of her life in a smoky jazz lounge.

You hand her the bag with her clothes and she gently takes them from your hand.

"You will afford me a little privacy, won't you dear?"

You've been so hypnotized by her eyes you forgot you were standing in front of an naked Amazonian goddess with what looks like a baby's arm between her legs.

"Of course, how rude of me. I'll just be in the kitchen, take as much time as you need" you reply earnestly.

As you make your way to the kitchen, you hear here call to you "I'm Marisa, by the way, and you are?"

"I'm.." just as you are about to answer she cuts you off. "I already know your real name, sweetie, I just want to know what you like to be called?"

"Sweetie is just fine by me" you reply, feeling a strange mixture of embarrassment and infatuation.

You sit in the kitchen for a moment, considering if you should pour her a drink. Is that something she can do? Drink? Your thoughts are interrupted by her sultry voice: "Ok, you can come in now sweetie".