Interlude - Package For Rob

"You Rob Daily?" The delivery man asked as Rob pulled up to the door of his house.

"That I would be, yes." Rob replied. An electronic pad was put in front of him.

"Sign here, please."

Rob had no idea what had been delivered - he certainly hadn't ordered anything, though it was possible Nami got hold of his credit card and went on a greed-fueled shopping spree. Then again, since Rob had found that bottle of raki, his life had been nothing but surprises, nothing but rolling with the punches, so he wasn't too put out by mysterious packages arriving at his doorstep.

Rob signed the pad and sent the driver on his way, entering the foyer of his home to find Brigitte waiting for him in one of her mid-century gingham Stepford dresses, alongside a crate roughly the size of a refrigerator. Though, he suspected it housed something just a tiny bit less mundane.

"Welcome home, hubby." Brigitte greeted with a curtsy and a giggle, strutting up to Rob to wrap her arms about him and kiss him on the cheek. "As you can see, a package has arrived for you. Were you expecting anything?"

"Can't say I was." Rob replied. "Did you or one of the girls order anything, doll?" When Brigitte shook her head, Rob just smiled. "Well, I believe the phrase is 'Don't look a gift horse in the mouth'."

He gave Brigitte a firm smack on the butt before shooing her away. "Why don't you start dinner for me, hunnybun, I'm going to inspect this package closer. I'll call you if I need anything."

Brigitte giggled again, coquettishly covering her mouth, before strutting away on her $500 dollar Louis Vuitton high heels. With a handful of comments, Rob had completely broken the spunky young mechanic and turned her into his perfect Swedish housewife. He watched her wiggle her butt and swivel her hips, his cock stirring in response. Tonight, he was definitely taking Brigitte to bed and rewarding her for embracing her new role with such gusto...

...Assuming that whatever came in the box didn't disrupt these plans.

Urbosa and Zarya came running at his call, and easily tore the wooden crate open (who needs to perform manual labour when you have a set of enslave muscle sluts?) revealing that inside appeared to be a young Japanese woman, her black hair styled in a trendy bob and patterned with streaks of green. She wore a green bodysuit beneath a pair of green pants and silvery-white blouse and jacket, with a big black bow tied about her neck and collar. Most strangely, what appeared to be headphones were attached to either side of her head where her ears would be. They looked incredibly high tech, too. All white and black, sleak, with a big blue LED circle mounted in the centre. Even stranger, despite being shipped in a crate which was then forcibly ripped apart, the woman - whose eyes were perpetually shut - was perfectly still. She didn't even appear to be breathing.

Rob took a step back in shock and surprise. Happiness flooded through, as he knew exactly what he had acquired.

Izu, the Humagear Secretary from Kamen Rider Zero-One! His very own robot girl assistant and secretary, a total cutie to boot, and she was all his!

The only question was, what would Izu be like when she woke up? Er... activated? Er... woke up? Whichever, however. Would she be like she was in the show? Or would she be preprogrammed as Rob's robo-****? Either way, it would probably end well for him, but he would like to go into that situation prepared.

A thorough investigation of the modules attached to her head would yield the answer. Izu remained perfectly still and inactive the whole time.

"Zarya, dear, fetch me my tablet. Your newest sister needs some fine tuning before I turn her on."