To a point.

"...oohhrrggg stop stop stop she stops! she stops!"

After several very awkward minutes, while a nude Tyler watched dispassionately, Stephanie brought it to an end with her narration. She was soaked in sweat and panting hard, and her left foot kept twitching. She sucked in air-

"And then recovered instantly!" Stephanie finished. "Quit fucking describing how out-of-breath I am! I noticed you didn't get this flowery with my orgasms. And give me a minute, I need a rest."

YOU RECOVERED, RIGHT? NOBODY WANTS TO WATCH YOU REST.

"Well, I want to rest," she said moodily. "I don't give a shit what people want to see. I exist inasmuch as I conform to your mental model of my character, and my character wants to rest. If you want a mindless ****, you... uhm."

Her eyes had glazed over. She stared blankly through Tyler, who beamed at the perceived attention. "I exist to serve," she said in an oddly nonchalant voice.

YOU'RE NOT DOING ROBOT VOICE?

"I've held on to all of my former personality's body language and tone," she replied languidly. "Since I can no longer feel any way except completely numb, or 'chill', I'm acting disinterested and chill. That ok?"

I GUESS. I MEAN, IT'S WEIRD. CAN YOU BE STEPHANIE AGAIN?

"With the Godlike powers?" she asked calmly.

YES.

"I'm more powerful than God!" she immediately cried.