The Tower - if he can get past SQUISH.

"In practical terms, you've got all the time in the world, so take it," the Scarlet Consort advised.

So Pascal did. He spent a good chunk of time pacing back and forth around the map table, eyes darting between the locations Scarlet had suggested to him, mulling over his overall game plan. Eventually, though, his eyes rose up towards the residential rings around the alien space elevator - the Tower. "You mentioned there might be a... character from a certain series I can meet up there?"

Having languished on the table for the past few minutes, Scarlet sat up a little bit and grinned at him. "Sounds like you're set!" She hopped up into a hover and put a hand on her chin. "Now, how best to get you there..."

"Mayor Scarlet, if I may?" the SQUISH bot interrupted, having been waiting patiently on one side of the room. "I could call a taxi for our esteemed guest."

"Ah, of course! Yeah, that could lead to some fun...! Do it."

SQUISH nodded. Some lights on the side of her head lit up, but she made no further noise or shift as she apparently utilized her systems to communicate outside the room. Then, after a few moments, she said, "It will be at the front gate in approximately five minutes."

Scarlet clapped her hands together, then flitted over to Pascal and gave him an encouraging pat on the shoulder. "Sounds like that's your cue! Go on out there! Have fun!" She then leaned in close to his ear. "And cum. Cum a lot for me...!"

With a gulp, Pascal nodded and stiffly walked towards the ornate double doors leading back out of the map room. It was amazing - he'd walked in here so confused, and now he was leaving with immense anticipation for the foreseeable future!

"Oh, Pascal? One last thing," Scarlet called after him.

Pascal winced. He really hoped this wasn't a last-minute other shoe dropping, but he turned around anyway. "Yeah?"

The imp looked conflicted and thoughtful, tilting her head back and forth as she hemmed and hawed over something. "Normally, I wouldn't 'warn' you about this because, well, it kinda lays the fantasy bare, but I know it might rile up your anxiety, so: In this world, this matriarchal world where the women have all the hard power, consent on your end might get a little... dubious." She slowly smirked as she described this idea. "Some of those powerful, busty women might just... not even ask before shoving their tits in your face or your crotch, or straight up ripping your pants off and making you cum right then and there, or carrying you off to their little love nest. Totally bullying you with their tits...!"

Part of Pascal felt like he should be concerned about this, but for some reason it was just making his heartrate climb, his breathing quicken, and his dick tingle.

"So, just be aware that might happen from time to time. Never more than you can handle, I promise. And if you really, sincerely want off a particularly crazy ride, they'll recognize it and respect it, I promise that too. But...! A shy guy like you, sometimes saying what you want feels like trying to jump over a mountain, right? Especially when you desire a busty bitch so badly. So sometimes you've fantasized about them taking the initiative for you, from you, and forcefully giving you exactly what you want. Borderline, well, ****. Again, I've seen a snapshot of your mind, I know it's a gray line for you, Pascal. Just wanted to give you a heads-up that that's included in this world."

Once again, having his innermost feelings and fetishes pulled out of his soul like out of the aether left Pascal unsure what to think or how to respond. "Um... Okay. Thanks."

Scarlet chuckled. "Don't worry, you'll have a chance to see what I mean very soon!" She made shooing motions with her hands. "Now get outta here! That's it, that's the last exposition I wanna give for a while! Get out there and have some actual fun, darnit! Shoo! Heh heh heh!"

Guided by the SQUISH bot at his side, Pascal finally left the map room - which he felt like he'd been in forever - and followed SQUISH through the vast halls of the mayoral estate, presumably towards the entrance. He stared contemplatively at the carpet, barely able to believe everything he'd seen and heard in there. An entire dreamscape, full of his sexual fantasies? If he hadn't experienced it firsthand on the way here, he might not have fully believed it. He felt so lucky, yet his anxious side felt so undeserving...

Thankfully, the robot woman's synthetic, layered voice snapped him out of his doom spiral. "Pascal. Before you go, there is an issue I must resolve that requires your attention."

"Huh? Oh, uh, okay," Pascal mumbled, blinking up at the SQUISH unit's placid face (and trying not to stare too much at her bare, bouncing silicon boobs). He also took this moment to realize, bashfully, that he had completely forgotten about his sweatpants and underwear, so he was walking around completely bottomless with his dick swinging freely. Maybe there was a clothing store up in the Tower... "Wh-What do you need?"

To his surprise, a second SQUISH unit crossed their path and joined behind Pascal, flanking him. The new robot behind him spoke in her identical voice. "When I was observing yours and Mayor Scarlet's intimate moment, you may have noticed a power surge." Another unit opened a door nearby and fell into line on Pascal's left and picked up the train of thought. "While I have been programmed to value titfucking as supreme like all sapient life in this universe, I have never actually experienced or witnessed it until today." A fourth identical SQUISH robot came down a stairwell just in time to box Pascal in on the right. "That power surge coincided with my first sympathetic boobgasm witnessing a real human male in action, which means my systems are not prepared for this level of pleasure, and my programmed duties of support and management are at risk."

It didn't take a genius to see where this was going. But as for how he was supposed to respond, or if there was anything he could actually do? That was beyond him. "Y-Yeah? Sorry, I didn't mean to be a burden..."

The four SQUISH robots stopped, nearly making Pascal crash into the well-padded backside of the one in front of him. The front robot and the ones at his sides all turned in unison, trapping him between eight substantial robot boobs.

"We must calibrate our system's response to true pleasure."
"You must give us a titfuck, Pascal."
"It is the only way we can know what upgrades we need."
"Your compliance is mandatory."

Before Pascal could even put together a thought, there were suddenly eight pairs of unnaturally smooth hands on him. He was lifted off the ground, right there in the hallway, and hefted up into the embrace of the four robot ladies. The one behind him had her arms hooked under his shoulders and was keeping his head buried in her cleavage. The two on the sides had swept under his legs and rested his calves on their breasts like cushions while wrapping their arms around his knees and ankles to keep him from squirming. And the SQUISH unit in front ended up in the perfect position to swell up her breasts and plant them perfectly in Pascal's naked lap.

Pascal was completely trapped. He instinctively squirmed, but the robots' steel limbs were stronger than his newly youthened but still merely human body (and by no means an athlete's, at that). SQUISH was relentless anyway, pumping her smooth, cold, synthetic boobs up and down his cock, so large and smothering that his seven-inch erection couldn't see the light of day for even an instant. He heard the unit titfucking him let out a harmonic moan from her artificial throat.

The other three robots holding him squirmed and moaned as well. The breasts smothering his head felt like they were warming up. He felt something liquid drip from her nipples onto his body. He could almost feel a surge of voltage, like the tiny hairs on his body were standing on end, as he approached his climax. "S... S... SQUISH...!"

There was a flash, and everything went dark for a moment. The SQUISH units fell to their knees, but thankfully never lost their grip on Pascal, and made sure his sudden drop didn't have a hard landing.

Then there was a grand whirring back to life as the robots all rebooted and stood back up. They slowly let him back onto his feet, and then surrounded him in a big group hug.

"Thank you, Pascal."
"That was so strong it overwrote part of my core programming."
"I am now utterly devoted to the pleasure of titfucking, not just in theory."
"But first, I need to upgrade my hardware. Significantly."

Three of the SQUISH robots started to walk away, leaving only the one Pascal had started this short jaunt with. She bowed, giving Pascal a view of her hanging cleavage - and letting him just barely notice that her synthetic white skin was absorbing the cum he'd just pumped between her hefty boobs. "Your taxi to the Tower is waiting outside, esteemed guest. Enjoy the rest of your day, and your stay in Nestledeep."

Pascal realized that, in all of that chaos, they had reached the front doors of the mayoral estate. The final SQUISH unit opened the doors for him with a pleasant smile, like she hadn't just drained him on the spot.

He had to take a moment to hold his head and marvel at the whole thing. This wasn't just a vacation - it was going to be a whole goddamn rollercoaster ride.