"What is she doing here?"

You raise an eyebrow at the woman standing in front of you, then turn to Mr. Baxter with a frown. "Servants?"

The lawyer mirrors your frown as he responds slowly. "...In a manner of speaking, yes."

"Who's paying them? Is it being funded by the estate? Because I assure you, I don't need them. The money's much preferable." At your words, the woman's head drops to quietly stare at the floor.

"Oh, no one's paying them," the attorney says - before sighing. "I should explain. Eve here is part of the estate. Part of the inheritance, as property created by Mr. Harold Rossum. An android. Her and her... 'sister'... Lily, are robots."

His words prompt you to take a closer look at the maid standing in front of you, and it quickly becomes obvious. The antennae on the side of her head, that you'd originally written off as some sort of fancy tech gadget, actually connect into her body. They are her 'ears,' as it were. The man's telling the truth. Interesting.

"So... they're slaves," you reply at last.

"Property," Mr. Baxter is quick to chime in with a correction. "They aren't human, they cannot be slaves. They are simply very advanced technology, built by Harold personally before his passing. As such, they comprise a portion of his final possessions. Property to be passed on in his inheritance."

You nod in silent response to his words, but mentally you're entirely elsewhere - examining your new possession in closer detail. The android simulates a human almost perfectly. You watch 'her' chest rise and fall, mimicking breath, and 'she' shifts 'her' weight from foot to foot in a perfect simulacrum of anxious unease - even favoring 'her' right leg, as the left appears to have been damaged. Cash registers are going off in your head again.

"How many are there? Are there diagrams? Construction plans?"

The first reply you get is a frown. After a moment's pause, however, the attorney continues. "As best as we can tell from the property, there were several. Now, however, there are two. Eve, here, and her 'sister' Lily. And if there are plans, I have yet to see evidence of them. I suspect they are all custom creations, and their design has died with their creator." He sighs. "Come. You need to see the remainder of the property anyways. It may answer some of your questions."

Mr. Baxter leads you onwards into the main room of the first floor, an immaculate living space complete with leather sofa and one of the larger televisions you've seen in a private home. 'Eve' follows behind you, silently, until you both fully enter the room. Then she clears her throat, a feat you once again marvel at the engineering of, and announces your presence in a voice that - even raised - remains soft and yielding.

"Presenting Mr. Reginald Baxter, attorney, and his guest - Mr. Noah Rossum."

Immediately you hear the scurry of hard-bottomed shoes on tile, and within moments a small android bursts through a side door. "Many pardons, sirs, for not being there to welcome you into this humble home! Lunch is underway, and required attention. I hope my absence caused no offense to the either of you."

While the dress and mannerisms of 'Eve' still somewhat mystify you, 'Lily' here has an obvious purpose. Everything about her just screams sexuality, from her outrageously curvaceous figure to the indecently-skimpy maid outfit she's wearing. Her pupils are even fucking hearts, for gods' sake!