What do you think?

"...fine," Brad said. D whooped and Monica bowed gratefully before replying.

"Thank you, sir. May we run the card on file?"

"Uh, yeah," Brad said, caught off-guard by her quick response. "But don't we need a computer or something?"

D grinned. "The loaners all have trackers on them - you know, in case somebody tries to steal one of us. The moment she leaves your property or turns it off, HQ gets the update and charges you for her."

Monica opened her mouth and pulled out a small, featureless circular disc. "I've disabled it. You should receive an email shortly indicating that your card was processed and payment is complete. Please show me the 24-digit number in that email to confirm that you've successfully purchased me."

Brad picked up his phone and saw the alert on his screen. He held it out to Monica, who scanned it briefly.

"Confirmed!" she said. "Thank you for purchasing me. I hope to serve you to your complete satisfaction, Brad."

"Don't forget about me." D said, sporting a huge grin. "You're all mine now, bitch!"

"And we're both his," Monica replied, and nonchalantly tossed the disc aside. To Brad's surprise, D scowled and punched Monica's right tit. Monica looked down at her chest, then up at D with a questioning expression.

"I'm his best friend and you're his fleshlight," she grumbled. "There's a big difference."

Monica shrugged and turned to Brad, awaiting a new command. Brad was staring at D with a strange expression.

"D, I thought you're cool with being a golem. Are you actually upset that you belong to me?"

D huffed and crossed her arms. "I'm your best friend, dude. You wanna be best friends with a fuckin' blow-up doll? Remember, my whole personality is calibrated to be your buddy. That means I don't like it when this skank points out that legally you could use me to fertilize your lawn."

"You actually don't like it?" Brad asked. "I thought-"

"Do me a favor," D interrupted. "Imagine me kicking you in the balls as hard as I can."

"What?" Brad asked. Monica, still in comfort mode but not having received orders, sat next to him and pressed her nude body against his. He barely reacted. "Why?"

"Did you imagine it?" D asked, standing and brushing lint off of her ass.

"Fine. I'm picturing you kicking me between the legs."

"Does it hurt?" D asked impatiently. Brad shook his head. "But you know it would, right? I don't actually experience things, but I'm not a moron. No real person likes being treated like property, and I'm pretty good at acting like a real person."

Brad frowned, struggling to follow the conversation. D rolled her eyes and grabbed the case of scripts from the table.

"Enough of that bullshit. Let's play with our new toy!"