The lab was dimly lit, sterile white walls reflecting the glow of various monitors displaying biometric readouts. The final phase of Albry’s reconstruction was complete. Her new arms—sleek, powerful, and deadly—twitched to life, gold accents catching the artificial lighting as she flexed each metallic digit. The soft hum of machinery filled the air, creating an atmosphere of technological anticipation.

A slow, predatory grin spread across her lips. "Finally," she muttered, rolling her shoulders as the extra limbs settled into their rightful places. Her clawed fingers flexed, the sound of metal-on-metal clicking softly as she tested their movement. The cool air carried the faint scent of ozone from her newly activated appendages.

Then, in a blur of motion, she put them to use.

Her lower arms shot forward, coiling around your waist, yanking you effortlessly into the air. A startled gasp left your lips as Albry’s golden pupils gleamed with amusement. The metal of her arms was surprisingly cool against your skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of your body.

"Tch. Look at you. So fucking helpless," she said, her voice带着一丝轻蔑 yet undeniable satisfaction. She lifted you higher, her grip firm yet teasing, hoisting you until you were level with her sharp gaze. Her top set of arms reached up, fingers sliding over your face, tracing along your jaw with a touch that was almost gentle—almost. The mechanical digits moved with surprising precision, their cool surface leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.