You and Harley walk home

Cal and Allura's stop comes up a short time later, leading to a brief exchange of goodbyes followed by several minutes of blissful silence. During this time Harley sinks into your side and loses herself in the mindless activity of setting up her tablet, leaving you free to just vibe and hold her close until the inevitable announcement of your stop.

When the time comes, though, your doll is sluggish to disembark. She pauses on the back door's last step, tablet clasped to her chest, and winces at the rows of houses that lie ahead.

"C'mon! You've been doing so good." you encourage, offering her your arm.

"What about your neighbours, though...? If they see me like this-"

"Then they'll have seen the hottest bitch on the block," you continue, "And every time they nut inside their boring wives, they'll be thinking about how fuckin' incredible you looked walking down the street today."

Somehow, even after a day of flushing, Harley's body finds a way to divert more synthetic blood to her cheeks. She fidgets on the spot for a long moment before finally taking your arm, (and baring her chest) stepping boldly through the grass with you as you make your way to the sidewalk.

From there the two of you continue in silence for a little while. Harley tries to walk naturally, but you can tell from the corner of your eye that she's fixated, every moment, on mimimizing the jiggle of her enormous assets.

Suddenly - perhaps in an effort to distract herself - the doll speaks up:

"I wanted to thank you for telling Cal to back off, by the way." she says. "I wasn't ready to deal with that..."

"It's fine. Allura did most of the work there, honestly."

"Still. It was nice." she answers with a strained giggle; "Gave me hope that you won't just whore me out or shove me in a closet when you're bored with me one day."

You reply without thinking:

"You don't have to worry about that stuff."

...And she takes your hand, squeezing it fondly in hers.

"I know."

You move to pull it back, still determined to avoid leading her on.

"I feel like you're still getting the wrong idea, here..."

...But her fingers clamp down insistently.

"Master, shhh~..." she chides, smiling playfully. "Let me have this..."

"...Please?"

Naturally, you let it lie. After everything you'd put her through that day a little hand-holding seems like the least you can do.

So, for awhile, the two of you walk the sunset streets of your hometown in this way; casually connected, unmistakeably intimate...

The way lovers do.