An Assisted Seduction

The way that Matt explains that he doesn't have a boyfriend sounds almost bitter, which would be accurate, but looking like he does, it might come across as having recently broken up or having trouble finding the 'right guy' rather than simply not wanting one. With the evidence of the writing on the towel, it would be easy for anyone to assume that it was more the former rather than the later.

The SynthSkin's subtle influence, the unfamiliar voice, and the constant breathiness that gives a certain unintentional urgency to everything he says mix together to thwart his attempt at being scathing, instead speaking breathily and in an embarrassingly-feminine coo. Even as he turns his head to look back, a sudden breeze pushes a single SynthHair into his eye, making him flutter his thick lashes in an unwittingly seductive display.

Even worse, the sensations that the SynthSkin feeds him are uncannily accurate, not that he would have any other references for what it felt like to have such a cushiony rump stroked or to have his breasts teased beyond the experience he's enduring now. Of course, it wouldn't be the cutting edge technology it claimed to be without going the extra mile, and as Matt felt his stiffness struggling in the confines beneath the suit, it gently pressed against some sort of pouch or trigger, causing the SynthSkin womanhood to slowly grow damp and warm in a 1-to-1 response.

Perhaps that's why the the man asked such a forward question.

The statuesque, ebony body-builder form continues to cast a shadow over him, palms still resting on his body as he offers Matt a winning smile. "I'm Marcus," he mentions.

The AI mentions something, but with the volume lowered down, it becomes hard for Matt to hear. It seems like it's asking something...

Biometric scans show that you are enjoying this company. You have not taken action to further this relationship.

...But Matt can't make it out.

Socialization protocols now activating. Please say 'cancel' twice at any time or use the phone application to disable.

"Thanks for the help," he quickly changes the subject, looking away nervously, trying to calm himself down as he realizes there's an unfamiliar, girly heat developing between his lush thighs.

"I̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶n̶k̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶'̶s̶ ̶e̶n̶o̶u̶g̶h̶ I'd like to get to know you more."

As he moves his lips to speak, very different words come out...