She's a thief, right? Let's get her that way.

On the fourth night since I made my order I woke up to a soft sound. There was someone in my house. Creeping downstairs, I heard a soft voice whisper a swear.

"Damn it, this is all junk," the female voice said, sounding annoyed. "How did I sink so low as to start stealing from people's houses? Isn't there anything of worth in this place?" I recognized the voice and grinned. Perfect. I flicked on the nearby light switch. The intruder froze, her pink eyes wide with surprise. It was the Jinx robot I ordered. She was taller then the cartoon, due to being older...her pink hair slightly longer. What was most noticeable was her huge tits which strained against her costume. Also, the costume that once reached up to her neck was now V necked, revealing plentiful pale cleavage. I crossed my arms.

"Junk? I happen to like my stuff," I said, sounding as cross as I could. She looked me up and down and smirked at me. Her cat-like eyes nearly shined with lust. "Hmm. Yeah, I like your "stuff" too," she replied, her tone telling me what "stuff" she was referring to. I was in my boxers, after all. I had been expecting her. As my sex-bot, I knew she wouldn't dream of fighting me, so I continued with the role-play I had arranged.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't call the police right now," I threatened. She leaned forward slightly. "How about two good reasons?" she cooed, as she licked her finger and ran it along her cleavage. I raised an eyebrow. "You've got my attention." She chuckled, looking toward my crotch. "Yeah, I can see that...and you've certainly got mine, handsome. I'm Jinx. What's your name?" "John Doe," I replied. She toyed with a zipped on her costume. Hmm. Don't remember that being there on the cartoon. Oh well. "Well, John...if you don't call the police, I promise to be a VERY good girl, what do you say?"