Press 3 to be helped out by her.

Thank you. Your order has been placed. You will be contacted with the information on where to meet your Robo-slut when the time comes. This process should take one week. Good bye and thank you for your business.

When I arranged for this method, I thought it meant something like...I dunno, needing to change a car tire or something. I was seriously hoping the gun who had a knife to my back was part of the program. It would seriously...it would just suck. I mean...wow. To spend that much money only to wind up stabbed.

Thankfully, such worries seemed unfounded. The sound of cracking knuckles broke the awkward silence as I slowly reached for my wallet. In a sudden movement, my attacker was sent flying to the left as a result of a roundhouse kick. Ouch...hope that was a robot.

And there she was. She was dressed in a larger version of her usual garb, green hooded sweater tied around her waist. She was a real sight...I always had a thing for muscle girls...not those juiced up, mega-sized types. Those were disturbing.

Smiling, Chie crossed her arms. "You okay? That guy won't bother you again," she remarked. I swallowed and nodded. Man, they weren't kidding when they said she was tall. "Aw, don't worry. I don't bite," she teased, noticing my nervousness. She didn't seem very self concious about her appearance.

Letting out my breath, I nodded. "Yeah, I'm good," I finally said. She nodded, glancing over to the crumpled form of the mugger. "Guys like that piss me off. I just couldn't let him hurt you, you know?" she said, as if she needed to explain why she saved my life. Her smile faded. "Are you sure you're okay? You look pale..." Well, having a knife pressed against you like that will do that to your complexion.

I nodded again. "I'm fine, really." Chie squinted at me, mulling something over in her head. "Well...just to be sure, I'll walk you home...assuming you live near here?" she offered, adding the last part as sort of an after thought that just occurred to her. I did live near the park, so that worked just fine.

I pretended to need to think about it for a second before shrugging. "That's real nice of you, thanks...um..." I trailed off, leaving her room to introduce herself. "Call me Chie," she replied. "I'm John." We shook hands. ...ow...tight grip. "Well, lead the way, John," she instructed kindly.

During the walk back to my house, I felt like I was being...appraised or something. I could FEEL her eyes on me, checking me out. I suppose that made sense, given her programming. "That was a hell of a kick, Chie," I said, making a bit of small talk. Chie giggled, rubbing the back of her head. "Ah, it was nothing," she said modestly. "Honestly, when you're this big, kicking someone a few feet away is pretty easy."

"I wasn't talking about how hard you hit him. I meant your form. Very graceful," I complimented, suspecting that would be the right thing to say. Sure enough, she blushed a bit and smiled. Of course I was good at this...I had played Persona 4, after all. Your responses were important! We chatted a bit more before arriving at my house.

"Well...here we are," I said, feigning sadness. I had little to be sad about. I knew she wasn't going anywhere. She sighed. "Yeah...nice meeting you..." she mumbled, looking dejected. "You want to come in? I figure the least I can do is offer some hospitality," I remarked.