He tries to go to bed.

"Honestly, sweetie, I'm exhausted," Ross replied. Madison scoffed.

"Babe, you could do anything. Like, um... dammit. I'm thinking, like, a big sex pile?"

He chuckled. "Right, no imagination. Come on."

They entered the house and an array of gorgeous women greeted them. Most of them bore at least a passing resemblance to Madison. The tallest one spoke, sugar in her voice.

"We took the liberty of gathering some of our most attractive golems based on what we know of your preferences. You are heterosexual, correct?"

Ross blinked. "Uh, yeah. What's... what is all this for?"

Another stepped forward and spoke in a low, sultry voice. "While you're here, our staff will be serving you. You may choose at will which members you'd like. I recommend getting a companion; most guests are very impressed."

"Like, sex companion?"

A third stepped forward. Her voice was smooth and soothing. "If you'd like, but we can also fill the role of an assistant. Am I correct in assuming you've never had a personal assistant?"

"What?" Ross asked.

"She asked if you've ever had a personal assistant," Madison told him.

"While you're here, you can have an entire team of golems at your beck and call. They can follow you around playing music or be completely invisible. You can ask them to make custom pornography to your exact specifications for you or cook you pancakes, and they'll do it."

To Ross's shock, she winked. "Hopefully we'll do it."

Madison clapped her hands. "That was fucking awesome! I love when they do the pancakes spiel. Man, it seems like they always do it while I'm on that weird script. I wanna have them do it where I remember it right some time."

"Why not now?" Ross asked, and put two fingers to her forehead. He spoke.

"Whoa!" she shouted, stumbling backwards. She steadied herself against the doorframe. "Oh, wow, what was that? Oh shit, ha! That was awesome!"

She grinned and hugged him, then gave him a playful peck on the cheek.

"I love you, babe." She said it matter-of-factly, but Ross froze.

"What?" he squeaked. She burst into laughter.

"You look so scared! No, babe, I just... I had a breakthrough, you know? Like, when I was on the passivity script, there was this part where mom interrogated me and I never flinched. She did something to me where I couldn't feel anything, and I still told her I liked you. Isn't that crazy?"

"I mean, yeah," Ross said. He was bewildered by this sudden lurch in the conversation. "I was there."

She stared at him uncomprehendingly, then slapped her forehead. "Oh, duh, because it was real for you. I mean, it wasn't real at all for me, but it made me think. I tried to cast aside all of your modifications and really think about what I would've wanted before, and I would have wanted to be with you more than anything."

"So everything that happened was like a dream? Like it didn't happen?"

She rolled her eyes. "It technically happened, but it wasn't real. It's not hard to understand. Point is, for me, I took the events as an opportunity to do a little soul-searching, and I really think I'm starting to love you."

"I guess... I guess I love you too," Ross stammered.

She put an arm around one of the golems. "No shit. Now how many of these off-brand me's do you want to take back to our room?"