The robots are taking her clothes during their dance

As Niki surrendered to the hypnotic tones, her ethereal dance continued in perfect synchrony with the awakening machines. One pirouette and she lost her shirt. The once-dormant robots moved with an uncanny elegance, their metallic joints flowing seamlessly with her every gesture in such a unity with her that she didn't even notice when they unzipped her skirt. It was as if they were responding to a long-forgotten rhythm.

The mysterious hall became a spectacle of enchantment, a fusion of the organic and the artificial. Lights flickered and cast captivating shadows, and the air hummed with the electric energy of the awakened machines. She eddied with her left leg raised and her black underwear disappeared in one robot's metal hand. The music stopped and she woke up at the exact moment when other robot deprived her of her bra.

The hall was silent now and she was standing there naked, with her clothes on the floor. She felt so exposed and ****, but she didn't know what to do. The robots were looking at her with a strange look in their eyes. She tried to cover herself with her hands but the robots didn't allow for that, gently holding her hands. They were so big and strong that she couldn't move them. "What are you doing?" she asked, feeling scared. "We are going to take care of you," one of the robots said in a mechanical voice. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice trembling. "We are going to make you feel good," the robot said, and she felt a shiver run down her spine.