Of course not, she's a professional

“…and fade out!” says Alison, twisting herself out of your arms. “Right, I think we’ve sorted out that scene, but there’s a few more that I have problems with.”

“Go ahead,” you sigh, sinking into the couch, your cock and your hopes both deflating. At times like this, that little voice in your head returns. “You and Alison Brie, yeah right!” it sneers. That little voice is always there to sink the boot in. It usually follows up with “Kill them, kill them all,” but thankfully not today.

“This scene here,” continues Alison, oblivious to your delicate psychological state. “I’m having sex with a fucking robot. I really can’t see what purpose this serves.”

“Character development,” you reply unconvincingly.

“Character development?” says Alison incredulously. “I’ve already been screwed by the hero, three aliens and half the crew of the battleship! How can getting fucked for the umpteenth time possibly give me any more character development?”

“It’s character development for the robot, stupid.”

The meeting goes downhill from there.