teasing

You know full well Starfire was literally made for sex. While robosluts are behaviorally indistinguishable from an organic counterpart, their highest priority is their owner's sexual satisfaction. It is simply impossible for them to feel fulfilled without regular sexual activity. Even unaware units will develop obsolescence syndrome if they go too long without carnal pleasure.

In the alien's case, she had gone without sex for about a week give or take depending on her development. Even though she was dormant until a few hours ago, robosluts can tell how long it's really been.

That being said, you're not giving Star another way to guilt-trip you if you can avoid it. Even if she really is asking for it, just putting it in is ****. Best to take it slow.

"I didn't know you had breast down here." you trace a finger along the hem of her skirt, feeling her shiver from your touch.

Star squeaks, "That, that is not what I was trying to do!"

"Are you sure? Your skirt keeps going higher; I'm not sure what to believe. Maybe you want me to see your panties." Whatever panties your ex didn't sell online left with her.

"T-that is impossible right now." Star stands as upright as possible, but she has to bend forward a bit. Her arms stick out like a mummy and her head is buried in her half-removed shirt. She looks a little teary and blushes furiously. "Please, could you help a little."

You grin as you stick your head in her shirt to steal a kiss. "See, I can be a bad guy if I try," you whisper as you tug the shirt off the rest of the way.