John Doe, a shy guy making an impulse buy

What had you been thinking? A robo-slut? Really? Really?! Just when you thought you couldn’t sink any lower you’d went and purchased a robo-slut. What could possibly be more pathetic? Perhaps inflating the tits of one of your most beloved characters to an obscene size and rewriting her mind into a slut. You were screaming into your pillow now. What were you thinking?

You calmed down, and resigned yourself to wallowing in your own self pity. Deep down you knew the answer to your question. You were lonely, your parents had died in a car crash just over two years ago, and you’d never had any friends. Your world has crumbled apart into a pit of despair and you wanted just someone in your life. Someone who was programmed to care for you.

And so when you had a single stroke of good luck, winning the lottery one day, you didn't have a clue what to do with it. You had no real ambitions and beyond paying off your student loans and buying a house. Now that was done it left you with a sizeable chunk of money doing sweet F.A. When you had seen an ad for robo-sluts it was a spur of the moment decision.

Your college town was distant, and it’s wifi was terrible. As such it was quite out of touch of modern media and commerce, so neither MLP was well known. A small mercy that those around you might not recognize the grievous sin you committed. You planted your face into your pillow, there was no refunding nor cancelling the order, you just had to wait.

To your horror however you didn’t have to wait much longer. You didn’t get guests but there was a knock at the door.