A red dress

“Please, no. I can't put that on,” You plead.

“Acknowledged. You are unable to dress yourself so I will aid you,” CARA announces.

“Grrrr, that's not what I mean!” you shout helplessly.

Part of you wants to run but you are too afraid of what might happen if you try to resist. Holding the dress open, CARA reaches low and has you step into the thing. Its slides up your smooth body, tickling a little as it is worked into place. Once the red stilettos are worked on your feet, you see that this off the shoulder number is showing a disturbing amount of skin. There is a lot of exposed skin of your neck and shoulders and it's shortness makes your legs look all the more long and slender. As you are looking yourself over, CARA sprays you with a bit of perfume.

“I have a selection of dance locations for you to choose from, Where would you like to go?” CARA asks.

“I don't want to go dancing!” you exclaim.

“ERROR,” CARA screeches. You think for a moment, trying to come up with something to get you out of this. There is no way you want to be out in public looking like this.

“ I can't go dancing because...I...uh...I don't know how to dance. Yea. It would be a waste of time for me to go out and I would have a terrible night so I don't want to go. Alright?”

CARA stops for a moment, trying to process what you have said.