Odd, nice and (mostly) separated

Harley's big, unnaturally perky tits are easy targets for your strips of tape, allowing you the concentration necessary to give a brief disclaimer:

"I'm gonna warn you, they're kind of... Unique."

"They're separated. My mom mostly lives away from home now. She still comes over on the weekends... For me, I guess, and because my dad is still pretty broken up about it."

"That is unique." your Love Doll observes, the tape-distaste plain on her face.

"It gets weirder." you reply, "Mom is a social worker, but my dad is unemployed right now. Used to be an entrepreneur, kind of. For now he's just... I dunno, slowly going into debt as far as I know."

"That's sad to hear. Do you and your dad spend a lot of time together?"

"Not since mom moved out, really. I get the vibe that he wants to be alone these days... He's still the same guy, though. Nice. You'll like him."

"I hope so."

You finish up the boob-binding and step back to briefly marvel at your handiwork before waving her in the direction of the basement steps. The two of you go up together and traverse the short hallway at the top of the steps, eventually arriving in a cozy kitchen flooded with natural light.

"Hey." greets your mom, turning from the sink to regard you and your companion, (upon whom her eyes linger) "James! My god, the girl is not a Barbie doll! At least don't let her wear that little outside of the basement - and at the very least not when I'm here."

"Sorry. No can do, mom - it's hard-coded in her circuitry or whatever. Totally unalterable, she has to wear that little."

Your mother lifts a brow, obviously unsatisfied.

"Oh? And what happens if she doesn't?"

"She explodes."

"I sweat." Harley corrects, leaning out from behind you to shake your mother's hand, "Glad to meet you! I'm Harley."

"...You really are!" comes your dad's voice from across the room. The large-bodied, beady-eyed man looks on from the kitchen table, apparently impressed by the quality of her craftsmanship.

"You look like the real thing! Perfectly human, too... Man, that corp really knows what they're doing."

The comment is met with silence, but your dad - ever the charismatic one - is quick to recover:

"...But I'm being insensitive. Welcome, Harley! It's great to meet you. Are you hungry?"

Smooth as anything, Harley replies:

"No, human. I do not require nutrients at this time."

That gets him laughing. You even catch a smile on your mom's face as she returns her attention to the sink. They probably weren't expecting that level of humanity from a product like Harley, and their response to her quip is reassuring. With a few more interactions like this, you muse, she may even find herself accepted by the Rae clan!