Well...

Emmy began to disrobe, casually setting each article of clothing next to her snoring doppelganger. Mark watched, his eyes widening as she revealed more skin. When she was topless and starting to remove her jeans, he put his hands on her shoulders and told her to stop.

"Man, this is awesome!" he said gleefully. "You'll just do whatever I say, huh?"

"I will follow your instructions," she confirmed.

"I should look into getting an Emulated. You know, I've always had a thing for sexy robots..."

Emmy stared blankly at him. He's always had a thing for sexy robots. He moved his hands down her chest and began to cup her breasts.

"What do you think of this?" he asked as he squeezed her left breast gently.

"I have no opinion."

"Wow, they feel so real!" Mark said. He pressed against her right breast, testing its perkiness and texture. He bent down to flick her nipple with his tongue. It hardened, but her face remained impassive.

"Do you feel real downstairs?" he asked.

She responded without affect. "My body is designed to emulate a regular human's perfectly in any location."

Mark laughed again and told her to finish stripping. Emmy coolly did as he said, removing first her pants and then her panties and setting them aside. Now she stood fully naked in front of him. Aside from the gentle rise and fall of her chest and the occasional blink, she could have been a statue.

"Sit down," Mark ordered. She sat down. "Stand up." She stood again. "Sit down. Stand up. Sit down. Slap yourself."

She followed each command unhesitatingly. A red mark appeared on her cheek where she had struck herself. Mark whistled and thought for a second.

"Can you act like a real person?" he asked.

"Not while I am in command mode. I can emulate facial expressions and vocal tones, but I cannot generally pass a Turing test."

"Smile," he commanded. He lips twisted upward but the rest of her face betrayed no mirth. "Burp." She produced a small simulated belch. "Touch yourself." She placed one finger on the tip of her nose.

"No, down there," Mark said. Emmy followed where he was pointing to the spot between her legs. She put a finger on her vulva.

"Can you get wet?" he asked, then corrected himself. "Sorry, produce spontaneous lubrication with your genitals?"

"Yes."

"Do it now, and stroke your clitoris for me."

As he watched, her middle finger began to mechanically rub against a small patch at the upper part of her organ. In moments it was glistening and making wet sounds. Emmy continued to smile dully at nothing, awaiting further instructions. Mark watched her for some time, clearly fascinated.

Finally he spoke again. "Emmy, please remove my clothing. Oh, and stop smiling"

Her face slackened and she stepped forward to grab his shirt. She pulled on it, sending buttons flying across the room.

"Gently," he corrected. "Take off my clothes gently."

Emmy slowed down and pulled the shirt down off of his shoulders. She tugged lightly at his undershirt till it came untucked and carefully removed it. She continued with his shoes, socks, pants, and briefs until they stood naked facing each other. Mark waved a hand in front of her face. She didn't react at all, but kept staring vacantly over his shoulder.