A fembot

Edit: No image I select works, so I gave up. Just google "silver catsuit" and you'll get the idea!

Jake heard stiff clacking of heeled shoes before turning toward the doorway. As his vision met his mother, clad in a silver catsuit, with silver heels adorning her feet, and her hair cascading down her back. She stood at attention. She spoke in a low, mechanical tone.

"How may this unit serve you today?" She asked. Well, technically Jake's mom now believed to be an 'it.'

Jake just stared... and stared... before snapping himself out of his daze and remembering to actually *do* something with what was in front of him. As is the cliché, he began with a comment on her appearance;

"Goddamn, you look fantastic!"

"This unit does not recognize designation "Goddamn." Should this unit set name to "Goddamn?"

Jake slapped his forehead. Wow, making his mother a robot made her very oblivious, but more importantly, literal, in her interpretation of expressions.

Jake replied, "No, set name to... I dunno... Fuckbot 6009."
His mother closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them, she stared straight ahead once again, and said in her usual robotic voice "Designation set to 'Fuckbot 6009.'" and followed up by again asking "How may this unit serve you today?"

"Nice." Jake said, chuckling to himself. He wasn't trying to convince anyone he was terribly mature.

After a bit of deliberation and contemplating, he finally gave his fembot mother an order.