Customer Service?

I had to think of something. "Raven, you mind taking care of Argent?" I asked. "She looks a bit...out of it." Raven smiled. "I can't blame her," she replied. "Sure. I suppose you want to go rest up?" Phew...a good an excuse as any.

I nodded, giving her a quick kiss...that quickly became a passionate one as she held my head in place. "Don't be long..." she cooed before heading over to tend to Argent. I wanted to run to my room, but that would go against the "need to rest" idea. So I walked calmly, grabbing my cellphone on the way.

Once I was in my room, I dialed the Sex-bot company, hitting 0 for customer service. "Hello? How can I help you?" the voice asked. Sounded familiar. Did they have robots manning the phones? ...not the worst idea, assuming they're not programmed for sex. At least they don't need to eat or anything.

"Yeah..." I replied, trying to keep my voice down while speaking clearly. "I ordered two sex-bots. A Teen Titans Raven model and an Argent model. Model numbers...uh...05421TR and 57621TA and I've got a slight problem."

"Mmm hmm...a busty Raven and a child-minded busty Argent?" she asked. I confirmed it. "Alright. What seems to be the problem?"

I thought a second for how to put this. "Well...they seem a bit...I don't know, obsessive. I wanted them to like me...love me, sure...but they seem utterly devoted to me. The looks they give me are kind of creepy."

"I see..."