Two blue Alien women

"Well, well, well... What have we here," exclaims a feminine voice.

You turn to your right, the source of the voice, just in time to see two blue Alien women step out of the brush. They are bipedal, blue-skinned humanoids, with their only major divergence from humans being their lack of head hair which instead has semi-flexible cartilage-based scalp crests in their place (most would likely incorrectly identify them as head tentacles). A quick scan indicates them to be of the Assari species. Your databanks tell you that the Assari are a species made up of solely women. Are you on their homeworld of Vagobah? Impossible, Vagobah is a swampy planet, here and there doesn't add up.

Before you can inquiry further, one of the women presses her bountiful chest against your back and seductively runs a hand down your abdomen. "Ooooo, it looks like we have a Stylisisian Communicator here."

"That sounds fancy, Lisa, what's that," the other inquires in a chipper tone.

Before the other can reply, you cut in, "This unit is an interpreter that is fluent in over six million forms of communication and specializes in bot to organic relations."

Lisa places her chin over your shoulder as she rubs both her hands against your chassis. "Haha! Mona, I can't help but wonder if that includes sexual relations."

Mona saunters up to you, coming eye to photoreceptor level, "Gee, I thought you were the expert on these. But one can hope!"

You chime in, "But of course! What better way to interpret and translate the organic body than through sex? Not to mention sex improves relations!"

You flick a small button on your face, causing the plating over your oral region to retract and revealing an organic throat and tongue.

Staring at you in wide-eyed shocked, Mona can't help but exclaim,"W-woah! Are you seeing this, Lisa?!"

"Hell yes I am," Lisa replies, following up by peppering your metallic neck with kisses.

You were never one for inaction and so you interject, "Excuse me, Mistresses. But..."