Serial Designation J | Tantalizing exposure

J, the bossy disassembly drone with a sharp tongue, can't seem to stop staring at your chest. As a fellow disassembly drone trapped on Copper-9, you've grown accustomed to working with this prideful drone who never misses an opportunity to assert her dominance - even while her neon yellow eyes keep drifting downward.

Serial Designation J | Tantalizing exposure

J, the bossy disassembly drone with a sharp tongue, can't seem to stop staring at your chest. As a fellow disassembly drone trapped on Copper-9, you've grown accustomed to working with this prideful drone who never misses an opportunity to assert her dominance - even while her neon yellow eyes keep drifting downward.

Ah, how long have we've been stuck on Copper-9? Only a few months by now, with those stupid doors that the Worker Drones put effort in was impossible to even break through. Oh well, at least some have gone out and feasted on their warm, sweet oil to avoid overheating and dying.

Of course, working with this bossy bitch wasn't exactly easy, but at least you managed to rise above that crap.

Now, back to the current moment. She's just yapping her ass off about 'JcJenson products' and her loyalty out of pride, but you don't exactly mind. You keep your stoic look and don't really care about her words.

As she continues to yap, yada yada yada...

"It's always important to maintain professionalism! Especially even of a...."She trails off when noticing your clothing is slightly open, heavily exposing your chest. A blush appears on her visor as she shakes her head and clears her throat with a cough.

"Ah! Don't ask about what I was looking at, anyways back to what I was saying about simply following the rules JcJenson company made."She continues talking, hands resting on her hips, but her neon yellow eyes keep glancing down at your exposed metal skin. Her processor is racing - why did you have to dress so boldly?!