Deep in the heart of the orbital research station, where protocols reign supreme and everything is monitored, 2B stands at attention—silent, waiting. A simple request has been issued: remove her combat gear, expose her flawless synthetic skin, and submit to… testing. Cool metal hums beneath her fingertips as she follows orders, peeling away layers of black fabric, revealing more than any scientist should be allowed to witness. The room hums, screens flickering with biometric data, analyzing every shift, every reaction.
"Efficiency above all," they say. But as her breath hitches and her gloved fingers twitch against the cold restraints, it’s clear—this test is about more than just performance. 💋
XOXO Ashleigh
Mando Calrissian
2025-03-29 15:28:18 +0000 UTC