Bromance.

"How about bromance?" she asked, holding the card up.

"What the fuck does that mean?" Brad asked with mild distaste. She chuckled.

"Relax," she laughed. "It's not as weird as it sounds. Basically, the golem will act like a typical member of your peer group. If you're a gamer, she'll get into games; if you love books, she'll hang out at the library. She'll act like your best friend and fuckbuddy - having sex will be just a cool thing y'all do together, like playing a game of chess or a video game or a tennis match."

"That sounds kinda fun," Brad admitted.

"It gets better. She'll act like her body is unfamiliar to her and not really 'hers'. She'll engage you like a typical male friend and will enthusiastic explore her own body with you. Instead of feeling shame, she'll be curious and eager to learn about what it can do."

"Damn, sold." Brad's erection was already returning. "But what about her?"

Daphne shrugged. "Menage a Brois, or just leave her as window dressing?"

"Ooh, maybe she can be a stripper you and I hired!" Brad said.

Daphne's eyes lit up with enthusiasm. "Of course! That's a wonderful idea! Here, we've got a generic dancer script. It's got too many options to list, so let's just explain the scenario."

They put the script in Monica's mouth and Brad activated her. She rose to her feet and looked at Brad expectantly.

"Hi, did you need a dancer?" she asked him flatly.

"Uh, yeah." Brad was taken aback by her strangely calm demeanor.

"Do you have any specifications?"

"We do," Daphne interrupted. She described the entire scenario to Monica. Monica nodded, asking occasional questions. When she finished, Monica disappeared into the other room to dress and Daphne turned to Brad. She handed him the script and clasped his hand, pulling his fingers to her forehead. "See you-"

"...what?" she asked, propping herself up on her elbows. "...the fuck happened? Oh, man, what was that?"

She looked up at Brad and extended an arm. "Aren't you gonna help me up?"

He grabbed her hand and helped her to her feet. She brushed herself off.

"Fuckin' sundresses, man." She grabbed a handful of the fabric and made a face. "They're such a pain in the ass. Anyway, how've you been?"

"Pretty good," Brad said tentatively. "How about you?"

"Well, aside from being 45 seconds old and having an incredible ass, everything's been pretty normal," she said as she slumped onto the couch.

"So you know you're a golem?"

"How else does a horndog asshole like me end up looking like this?" Daphne emphasized her point by squeezing her tits. "Fuck, these things are heavier than they look."

"They look pretty heavy," Brad said softly. She punched his arm.

"Dude! You are just fuckin' staring at my boobs!" she laughed. "Here, they look even better without the dress."

She pulled down her dress to expose her breasts to him. Brad gawked for several seconds while she rolled her eyes. Finally she pulled her dress back up.

"I'm bored," she announced. "Do you have any beer?"