Azula arrives.

It took several days, but the box containing my sex-bot soon showed up on my doorstep. After signing for it, I dragged it inside. Opening the box, I found an instruction manual, containing the activation procedure as well as the fire-bending safety program switch. After skimming through it, I decided to pull the robot out of the box.

She was dressed in a ragged version of her royal robes. The wear and tear of years in an asylum was evident. Thankfully she wasn't...well...rank, as one would expect. Her hair was longer then in the show, a mop on her head. Her bust had gone up a size or two in the three years she had been sealed away (at least, I think she was fifteen when she was captured. Since she was eighteen now, that would make sense). They weren't enormous or anything, but there were now noticible lumps in her robes. Not everything was logical, thankfully. She wasn't in a state of malnutrition or skin and bones. That wouldn't be very sexy at all.

According to the manual, when first activated, the Azula-bot would ask questions. Things like where she was, who I was, what she was doing there...that sort of thing. My answers would dictate certain...aspects of her behavior. I had already planned it out. Keeping the fire safety on, I activated her.

Her eyes opened and she looked around. "Where am I?" she asked in a rasping tone, as though she had been screaming for a long time. "Your new accomindations," I replied. "This is a...new attempt at therapy. A more relaxed one." Despite how absurd that sounded, she accepted it, as she was programmed to.

Looking my up and down, she scowled. "And who are you?" Azula asked. "I'm your therapist, of course. You will be living with me until we fix that broken mind of yours." Huffing, she turned away. "If that's how my brother wishes to play it, so be it," she grumbled. "Where do I sleep?"

Smiling, I pointed to my bed. "There. With me," I said. Her cheeks turned pink. "W...with you?" she sputtered, shocked. I nodded. "You must have a **** wish. I could kill you in your sleep," she warned. "You won't," I replied. She glared at me. "And why is that?" she snarled. "Because..." I leaned in close. Her cheeks flared again. "...the idea of eing near someone who cares about you is too much to resist."

Her eyes widened and she looked away. Azula had issues with that sort of thing. By tossing it into her face, she was now wondering if I told the truth. In a sense, I was. I had spent damn good money on her. I cared a great deal about my sex-bot.