Forget the pleasantries. Check out the 'goods.'

You look her over and ignore the question.
"Come here," you say.
"Okay," she says. She steps down and you look down into her eyes, robot eyes, but so lifelike you'd swear there was someone in there.
"Turn around," you say.
"Okay," she says again. She sounds even more nervous. Her programmers are good. It almost fools you.
"And call me, sir," you add.
"Y-- Yes, Sir," she says. She sounds terrified. Damn, those programmers are good.
You push on her shoulders and bend her over the table by your front door. In moments you have stripped away her clothes, leaving her cock, balls and perfect pussy on display. You take a moment to look at her perfect perky little breasts before bending her back over. As you look at her you see her cock begin to throb. "This is really embarrassing, um, Sir," she says.
You are already hard.