Nothing…?

Your eyes flutter open, the feeling of your covers comforting you in your exhausted stupor. But… where’s your AI-O? Talia is nowhere in your immediate vision, though you really haven’t moved at all. You don’t hear her either, since you’d expect her to be relatively close. You reach up to your head, flick your finger across the air in front of you, causing your bedside holo-display to show the time. It’s still afternoon — about a couple hours after Talia got delivered. So where was she? Was this all a dream?

You start to sit up when you feel an **** soreness in your asshole, and notice the familiar taste of sweet, sticky cum in your mouth.

Nope, it was all real. So where had she gone?

Your combined exhausted sleepy fog and confusion are temporarily shattered as you hear your room’s door unlatch. You look towards the sound as the door opens, and Talia’s gorgeous face peeps out from behind the frame. She gives a cute little wave, her soft, blue skin immediately calming you.

“Hey there, pet. You doing okay?” Talia steps in fully, revealing the gorgeous set of clothing she’s got on. Sporting a golden-sunset colored cardigan overcoat with a plain orange top, with a cotton long skirt down below, she looks like the most alluring alien teacher you’ve known. Most of her hair is neatly tucked back behind her shoulders, with a few strands hanging around her ears, framing her face and head like an elf’s. Though a lot of clothes fall around her body, you can still clearly see that Talia is packing heat in all areas of her curvy body. It’s perfectly tantalizingly out of indecency’s reach, and oh so beautifully sexy in its own way.

“Yeah… yeah I’m doing okay, just a little sore… Wait. Wh-where’d you get those clothes, Talia?”

She blows a dismissive raspberry at you, a hand placed on her hips as she leans to one side. “I think a little sore is an understatement, darling. Don’t you remember? We come with built-in material fabricators — that’s why we can do things like this.” Talia flicks her head from around the back of her head as it flashes a quick, glossy green in the afternoon light. It extends from her chest all the way down to the seams of her skirt in an instant, still retaining her wavy, silky texture. “I made these clothes to go on me — and plus, they’re to your preferences now! I’m sure you didn’t forget that part, did you?” Talia giggles, mimicking a thrusting motion as her eyes flit down to your lower half. You blush, to which she smiles and giggles more: “I’ll take that as a ‘no’.”

“So, we have a lot of the day left, and we have 100% of ourselves to each other. I was thinking you could maybe take me on a date downtown — get drinks, have some fun? What would you have us do for the rest of the day?”