Talk with her

You chat for a while, telling her about yourself, and listening to her own story. She seems to have been programmed with memories of a real life, she grew up in a small town, her family lives in another country, and there is a strong sub-text that she has never had a boyfriend. She is eager to hear anything about you that she can, and she laughs at all your jokes. When she bends over to get a pot, her dress pulls up and you get a good look at her cute pink panties caressing her soft but firm bottom.

She cooks up a delicious pasta dish and serves you a large helping, and a rather small one for herself.

“Are you sure that you have enough?” you ask Sally, being polite.

“Oh, y-yes, sir. I’m cooking for you, I don’t need very much. I’m not a big, strong man like you.” Her eyes widen again with embarrassment at what she said and she looks down.

“Well, thank you,” you say. You don’t bother pushing the point on how much she eats, as she doesn’t need food anyway.

“Where should I eat, s-sir?” She asks.

“Well, I’d like it if you would eat with me in the living room. We could watch some TV.” You reply.

“Th-thank you, sir, I’d like that very much!” She jumps a little with happiness at the suggestion and wears a big grin on her face as she carries the food out to the living room. According to the manual, Sally should respond normally to **** and other behaviour affecting substances. You take a bottle of wine and two glasses into the living room with you. You sit down next to Sally on the couch and pour her a glass of wine. The two of you sit and eat the delicious meal Sally has cooked, watching the news. You take every chance you get to peek at her exposed legs and her pretty face. The wine seems to go to her head rather quickly, and soon she has relaxed a great deal, giggling sweetly whenever you make a flirtatious remark.

She kicks off her sandals and pulls her feet up on the couch, leaning into your side. You casually put your arm around her shoulders and you hear a cute little intake of breath, but soon she settles into your arm and lets her hand rest on your leg. You notice that Sally isn’t wearing a bra, it’s not like her little body has much to support, but her nipples are pointed out, straining against the flimsy fabric of her dress. You switch onto an evening movie, it’s a racy thriller and when a fairly steamy sex scene comes on, Sally starts to get flustered. You catch her sneaking glances at you and her breathing starts to feel heavier against your arm. Her hair smells heavenly and you feel your resolve start to weaken. Perhaps now would be the time to make your move?