Dua Lipa

It was a Dua Lipa concert that was in town. You could see her performing onstage.

"I wish that I was allowed to be in Dua's dressing room, and that she would believe everything I say about anything, no matter what."

You wait backstage until Dua finishes her song, then she makes her way backstage as well.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"Yes, you can," you said. "And listen well. You are now a fuckbot, made only for sex. You will spend the rest of your days in a closet where you will not need food or water or need to use the bathroom and such. You will live for one thing, and one thing only: to be fucked."

Dua's mouth hung open.

"What are you?" you asked her.

"I am a fuckbot," she said in a monotone voice.

"And what are you good for?"

"Nothing but fucking."

"How will you greet someone when summoned?"

"I am Fuckbot Dua. My holes are at your disposal."

You smiled. Dua, and her perfect cocksucking lips, were all yours now.