A fancy gentleman's club

A few weeks later...

You stand still in front of the large window that stretches across the entire wall, framed on each side by a red curtain ending with golden tassels. Stars twinkle in the pitch blackness of space. You can see the Earth, brown and grey with small splotches of green, blue and yellow off in the distance to one side. At least, you think it's the Earth, you can't entirely remember, but what planet that is is the least on your mind. Your metallic body is draped in a dazzling red dress, long enough that it almost trails on the ground, but it's cut in such a way to reveal one of your shiny smooth legs, that ends in a brilliant red high heel. There's a cigarillo in your mouth, lit but useless to you, entirely for show. You're not the only fembot there; older models of fembots- attractive but not as much as you- pass out hors'douvres and drinks to patrons in suits and tuxedos. Soft notes of a smooth piano drift in the background of noisy chatter.

You have only one purpose here, your programming reminds you with a shock of power and chemicals that addles your brain with hormones, taking you out of your stupor, and that is to 'entertain' the guests.