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Thank you for your order. Your Gaz Membrane model robo-slut with DD cup breasts and a tsunadere personality will arrive in three to five business days either to your door or will meet you in public. Her state of the art robo-slut programming react according to the situation you find yourselves in. If there are any problems or questions, do not be afraid to call our customer support line or talk online with a trained robo-slut IT support member.

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And so, I waited. And waited. Every knock on the door was answered quickly, but always ended with disappointment. Sure, it had only been two days by that point...but I was excited, and rightly so, I felt. Sure, Gaz may have been an odd choice given her character, but...

On the fourth day, I answered a knock on my door. Standing there, arms crossed, scowling and with a suitcase behind her, was my Gaz. "This is so fucking stupid," she mumbled. Not the greeting I expected. She was tall...rather thin too. Well, except for the fat hanging off her chest. Pretty much how her character would look, given the art style she had been drawn under.

"Excuse me?" I replied, raising a confused eyebrow. I had been told she would adapt somehow...but it seems she had started doing so without me. If I didn't know about her personality traits, I would have been concerned that the robot I ordered didn't seem happy to be there.

Snorting, she opened an amber colored eye, glancing back at her suitcase. "I'm not a child, "Uncle" Johnny. I could have stayed home alone while my dad and stupid brother were gone." Judging by the way she said "uncle", she didn't mean in a related sense. More like a good friend of the family sort of uncle. I had one of those as a kid. ...so, it seems she thought she was staying with me while her family was gone, eh? Sounded like a temporary thing, but hopefully the programming would adapt to what I hoped was an indefinite stay.

Deciding to get into whatever character I had been given, I shrugged. "First off, don't call me 'uncle'. That sort of thing is creepy at your age. Secondly, if it bothers you so much, I'll take you back to your house. We can just say you stayed here," I offered. This was a test of her personality...and she didn't disappoint.

Gaz looked dismayed for the briefest of moments before she shook it off, a light pink tinge coming to her cheeks. "N...no...I mean, it's not like I WANT to, but if Dad finds out, he won't be happy with either of us," she replied. Turning around, she picked up her suitcase. "I'll just suck yo...it up. ...for a while." She trailed off, clearly hoping I hadn't heard that slip. We stood in silence for a moment and I could see the blush on her face becoming darker and darker.

After giving her a little time to fret over whether or not I heard it, I stepped aside to let her in. "Whatever you say. Guest room is upstairs, second door on the right," I told her. She stepped past me with what I can only call a restrained rush in her step. I guess she wanted to put some distance between us for a bit, but at the same time, not look like she had something embarrassing to run from.

Oh my GOD, this was going to be fun.