Actually, it has some very surprising uses.

Naomi easily carried the little mechanoid man up the stairs. Entering the room, she placed it carefully on a chair and sat on the bed opposite it. Unsure of how to activate it, the paladin waved nervously and said, "Um good morning? Mr. Bingley? Are you awake?" Instantly, its one round eye moved, the lens getting brighter and focusing on her. An artificial, halting voice sounded from somewhere inside the thing's chest. "Good Morning. New Mistress. How Can Bingley Be. Of Service. To You." Naomi jolted back, surprised, and said, "Oh hello! Nice to meet you! It's okay, you may call me Naomi." The lens unfocused and refocused on her, and the grinding voice said, "Understood. Mistress."

The elegant fighter paused, unsure what to say. "So... Garron tells me that you have many interesting features! Can you tell me some of the ways you can assist me, Mr. Bingley?" With that, the robot shifted forwards off the chair, its movements as halting as its voice. "Many Things. Mistress. Bingley Can. Manipulate. Anything Anywhere." It's legs telescoped out, rapidly increasing its height, as its arms extended, curled and twisted, like prehensile tentacles. "Bingley Is Stronger. Than Bingley Looks. Bingley Can Change. Hands. Feet. Other Extremities. As Required." A delicate ginger eyebrow raised. "You can change your hands and feet? To what?" Despite its emotionless synthetic voice, the clockwork creature somehow sounded noticeably proud as it said, "Observe. Mistress." It took off its left hand and foot, and its chest compartment creaked open, revealing that it was full of a random assortment of tools, instruments, and miscellaneous items, all ending with connecting clips that clearly slotted into ports in the thing's wrists, ankles... and also crotch?

Naomi paused, curious, but nervous to ask. "Mr Bingley, what exactly... what exactly can you connect... um, there?" Bingley reconnected its hands and feet, then reached deep into its chest compartment - it seemed to go back further than it logically should be able to. From the depths it retrieved what could only be described as a thick, anatomically correct flaccid blue dildo. It even had faux veins. The lady put a pale hand to her lips, gasping in shock. "Why?! Why would you ever need that?!? What does it even do?" The android started to connect the dildo to the socket at its waist. "Bingley. Will Demonstrate. Mistress." Naomi covered her eyes. "No! Please, don't put that... thing on! Oh, Gods."

"Observe. Mistress. It Grows. Realistically," said Bingley, helpfully, as the dildo on its crotch quickly grew long and erect. Naomi continued covering her eyes, but clearly was sneaking a few peeks. "Nothing about that thing is realistic! It's ridiculous! It's so big... oh, wow, it's long... Ahem! Now take it off and put it away immediately please, Mr. Bingley. We won't ever be needing that," she said decisively.

Bingley's eye refocused on her, puzzled and unable to fulfill her request. "Mistress. Module. Is Grown. Cannot Be Disconnected. Until Reduced." Naomi groaned in frustration. "Oh good grief! How long until it... calms down and you can remove it? My friends will return soon and I do NOT want to have to explain this situation." Bingley wiggled its dick experimentally, and Naomi really wished it hadn't. "Intricate. Complex. Mechanism. Realistic Function Is Difficult. Twenty Minutes Unless." Her anxious impatience grew at every one of the thing's tortured, slow sentences. "Unless what?! Quickly!"

"Unless. Manual Assistance. Very Realistic. Mechanism."