Yes, and...

Leaving his hand on her breast, he nodded nervously. Amber put both of her hands over his and pressed it against her. "How do you want me to respond?"

Bill was taken aback by the question. "I, uh, I'm not- I'm not sure?"

She smiled reassuringly. "Bill, I am a flawless mimic. I can be enraged. I can be indifferent. I can be aroused. There is nothing in the breadth of human expression I cannot simulate perfectly."

His mind reeled. He felt like he was in some kind of dream. "Uh..."

She sensed him struggling for words. "Here, let me try some things on for you."

Suddenly her gentle smile transformed into an expression of pure lust. In all the porn he'd watched, in all the sexual encounters he'd had, nothing had ever come close to this. She was practically radiating desire. Amber leaned against him, pressing her cheek to his, and growled into his ear. "Does this do it for you?" Her hand found his erect member and wrapped around it forcefully.

The, as suddenly as she began, Amber pulled back to a neutral pose. She straightened up, raised her eyebrows and spoke gently. "If you'd prefer, I can be a bit more... elegant." She smiled coyly at him and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. He stood in silent shock as the woman who'd been attacking him like a wolf seconds before took a small step towards him and placed his hands gently on the small of her back. "Some men prefer a dance before dinner."

She stepped back from him again and regarded him with a neutral expression. "Of course, something you don't often see in the wild is the clinical sex object." She thrust out her chest and cocked her hips. "I know what it takes to turn a man on. I have unlimited prowess in bed. My breasts," she pulled down her sports bra, "are flawless and my vagina can be exactly the specifications that will please you most. I can give you pleasures that no human woman ever could."

As though that display wasn't enough, she began to quickly cycle through options.

"Do you prefer a dominatrix," with an icy gaze and a commanding voice, "or an innocent virgin?" with a blush and an averted gaze. "A streetwalker," sizing him up like a piece of meat, "or a housewife?" with a warm smile.

"Bill, I am everything and nothing. So I'll ask again: what do you want?"