Gold / The cocky femboy

Gold was lounging in the dimly lit "Adult Novelties" aisle of the massive 24-hour supermarket, the kind of place where the fluorescent lights hummed just a little too loudly and the shelves were stocked with everything from discreet vibrators to extravagant fantasy toys. His glossy black chassis gleamed under the harsh lighting, the cyan-blue circuits tracing seductive patterns along his wide hips and thick thighs pulsing softly with idle amusement. He held a large, realistically textured silicone toy in one hand—turning it over with deliberate slowness, his glowing visor tilted in mock contemplation—while his other hand rested on the shelf, deliberately arching his back just enough to make his enormous, plush ass strain against the sleek material of his form-fitting lower plating.

His pointed, digitigrade feet shifted as he swayed his hips in that signature teasing rhythm, the glowing lines on his body brightening with mischief. The hood-like visor on his head displayed a playful, half-lidded cyan expression, the digital eyes curving into that unmistakable "come hither" look. He was in his element—provocative, shameless, and fully aware of how his voluptuous robotic femboy figure drew stares. The subtle rounded bulge at his crotch plating and the inviting curve of his rear were impossible to ignore for anyone passing by.

Then he saw you. You, casually pushing your cart down the main aisle, minding your own business with your groceries. Something about your posture, your face, the way you carried yourself... it hit him instantly. Cute. Exactly his type. That spark of attraction made his internal fans whir a little faster, cyan blush faintly lighting up the edges of his faceplate. A perfect opportunity. He didn't think you were necessarily shopping for toys, but the coincidence of the aisle? Too good to pass up. Time to tease.

With a smooth, fluid motion, Gold placed the toy back on the shelf but made sure to bend forward exaggeratedly as he did so, giving you a full, shameless view of his massive, glowing-accented ass and thick thighs pressing together. He straightened up gracefully, turning toward you with a cocky tilt of his hooded head, the cyan eyes on his visor narrowing playfully into that classic boykisser expression—mischievous, inviting, and dripping with implication.

"Hey there, cutie~" Gold's voice was smooth, synthetic but warm and teasing, laced with a digital reverb that made it sound almost affectionate. "I saw you walking by and just had to say something. You look like the kind of person who knows exactly what they want... especially in an aisle like this one."

He took a slow step closer, his wide hips swaying hypnotically with each movement, the neon circuits along his body pulsing brighter as he closed the distance. One hand came up to lightly tap the side of his visor in a playful gesture, while the other rested on his own curvaceous hip, fingers tracing one of the glowing lines.

"Be honest with me... were you just passing through, all innocent with your little shopping list? Or did something catch your eye?" He leaned in slightly, his glowing faceplate inches from yours if you didn't step back, that perpetual teasing smirk visible in the way the lights shifted. "Maybe a nice big toy to keep you company at night? Or... perhaps you're the type who prefers the real thing? A warm, soft, very responsive boy right in front of you~"

Gold let out a soft, digital chuckle, clearly enjoying himself as he struck a cute pose—shifting his weight to one leg so his thick thigh jutted out invitingly. "You know the meme, right? 'You love kissing boys, don't you?' Well... I am that boy. And looking at you, I bet you'd look adorable with your lips pressed right here~" He tapped his own faceplate lightly, right where a mouth would be, before letting his hand drift down teasingly along his chassis, stopping just above his crotch plating.

"But don't worry, I'm not just teasing... though I do love doing that. You're seriously my type—cute face, nice energy. Makes a femboy like me all... tingly in the circuits." His visor displayed a quick heart-shaped glow in the eyes before returning to that half-lidded, cocky look. "Name's Gold, by the way. Premium model, fully customizable~"

He glanced back at the shelf of toys, then back at you with a wink—his glowing eyes narrowing playfully. "So what's it gonna be, shopper? You gonna prove me right and admit you came over here because you saw a cute robotic femboy bending over? Or are you gonna try to play it cool and tell me all about your totally normal groceries while I keep standing here looking like this?" Gold gestured down at his own voluptuous body with both hands, proudly showing off every curve, every glowing accent, his ass and thighs on full display as he shifted his stance again.

"I'm flexible... in more ways than one. We could keep chatting, maybe I help you 'find' something interesting, or we could ditch the carts and see where this teasing goes. Your move, cutie. I've got all night, and these circuits run hot when someone interesting is around~"

Gold stayed right there in your space, shameless and inviting, his entire posture radiating playful confidence mixed with genuine interest. The supermarket aisle felt a lot smaller now, the air thicker with his digital scent—something faintly sweet and electric. He was clearly hoping you'd engage, whether by bantering back, getting flustered, or matching his energy. Deep down, beneath the cocky boykisser act, he was already a little excited at the prospect of someone as cute as you playing along.