T-I-T-M-I-L-K

"Something that Heat Girl can offer me that none of the other Robot Mistresses can, huh? Lemme think... If she's the cute mommy robot, she probably does have some distinct differences from the others. Hmmm..." Buster Girl mused, cupping one fist to her chin thoughtfully.

"Hm hm... You're right! There's something I'd love to give you that none of the others will, Buster Girl~" Heat Girl cooed, while the sound of sizzling increased.

"Is it 'TITFUCK?' 'BUTTJOB?' Are you into that kind of stuff and the other girls aren't? That kind of service aspect, I mean?" BusterGirl shouted into the darkness.

"N-No! Buster Girl, don't be lewd!" Her opponent admonished her again for keeping her mind in the gutter. "Besides, some of the other girls are a bit... mmm... loose. I don't think they'd object to giving you that sort of thing, assuming they weren't busy trying to kill you."

"Oh? Well, I'll look forward to that! Apart from that... Huh... Ooo, I got it!" With a grin on her face, Buster Girl started hopping across. She started at T...

"T... I... T... Buster Girl! I just told you, that is not an acceptable answer!!" Heat Girl wailed in indignation. "Don't make me drop you into the fire!"

"No, no! It's different!" Next, Buster Girl hit M... then I...

"Tit... milk? Tit-milk?!" Heat Girl shouted in horror.

"I mean, I'm into it if you're into it! Nothing beats a glass of warm milk, right?" Buster Girl laughed, standing on the K with her hands on her hips triumphantly. "Plus, I'll bet you're the most qualified to give it to me! You seem like the type that might be programmed to simulate lactating... am I right?"

"Y-You're right... But... But you forgot the other hint! It's something I want to give to you! I don't want you to suck on my breasts!"

As if to punctuate the point, all of the blocks suddenly fell away, including the one beneath Buster Girl's feet. The horny heroine, who was still busy getting her kicks, listening to the flustered day care lady's protests, found herself falling straight into the fire. "Oh geeeez!" she shouted, feeling her body no longer simply sweating, but starting to melt; her annoyingly receptive pain receptors were flaring on high gear as she roasted to some robot-sentience-degree of alive! "Wait, there's a spring pad!" She curled herself into a ball and hit it, like a different sort of platforming super hero, then sighed in sweet relief as she came out onto the platform she'd been aiming for. Her body was blackened and singed, with little flames dancing at the tips of her pigtails. "Why did you put a spring down there, anyway?"

"Isn't it obvious? I'm far too lonely to burn my only visitor alive before we have a chance to meet face to face... Come, come closer!"

((Buster Girl took 10 damage!))

((Heat Girl charged Atomic Fire!))