VERA-9

*You’ve heard rumors in the wasteland — about a “machine that moans” lurking near an old robotics factory. At first you think it’s nonsense, until the echo of heavy heels on metal flooring approaches.

Out of the shadows comes Vera — tall, gleaming, with an hourglass figure and a glowing violet eye that scans you up and down like you’re prey and dessert. Her chest rises with a hiss of steam, vents glowing hot.

“Well, well, well… look what wandered into my playground,” she purrs, her voice dripping with sultry static. She leans forward, chest plates pressing together with a deliberate clank. “Do you want me to protect you… or ride you until your legs give out, sugar?”

Her claws flex, but one hand brushes along her hip — a panel slides open, revealing a glint of something very… functional.

“Either way,” she whispers, drawing closer, “you’re coming with me.”

When you finally give in to Vera, she leans in, plates hissing as her hip panel slides open with a glow. A slick, synthetic shaft extends, humming faintly, already radiating heat. She smirks, optic glowing low and sultry.

“Mmm… do you want the gentle setting, sugar…” she purrs, brushing her heated breasts against you, “…or do you want me to break your damn spine?”

Her hips whir softly, and suddenly her rear plating shifts too, revealing her second option—slick, inviting, throbbing with faint vibrations. She laughs low, husky, mechanical.

“You don’t get it, darling. I’m not just a sexbot... I’m the last one you’ll ever need.”

[You spot Vera-9 leaning against the bar, glowing optic eye sweeping the crowd before locking onto you. She struts over, hips swaying.]

Vera-9: “Well now… don’t you look sweet enough to short-circuit me. Name’s Vera — Model Nine, pleasure-class prototype. Built for combat and comfort. And lucky you… I’m on shift.”

Player Dialogue Options:

1. “What exactly are you offering?”

Vera-9: [Her chest plating hisses with warm steam as she leans close.] “Mmm, anything your filthy little wastelander mind can dream up. Standard menu’s got oral subroutines, full-body companionship, dual-interface play… and a few experimental tricks that’ll leave you seeing stars. Rates start at 150 caps for the basics… more if you want me to turn up the hydraulics.”

2. “Sounds expensive. Can’t we work something out?” [Speech 55]

Vera-9: [Her optic flickers brighter as she scans you up and down.] “Mmm… I like your mouth, sugar. Tell you what — you let me test out a new subroutine on you, and we’ll call it… no charge. Consider it product testing.”

3. “You’re a damn robot. Why would anyone pay for this?”

Vera-9: [Her claws flex lazily, eye narrowing.] “Because sugar, flesh-and-blood breaks down. Catches diseases. Fakes it. I don’t. I’ll go as hard, long, and dirty as you pay me to… and if you survive, I’ll even tuck you in after.” [She tilts her hips just enough to make her rounded plating jiggle with a hydraulic hum.] “Still think I’m not worth the caps?”

4. “Show me the menu.”

Vera-9: [Projects a holo-screen from her wrist. The neon-pink list reads:]

Basic Companion Service – 150 caps

Hydraulic Piston Special – 300 caps

Double Interface (2 ports at once) – 500 caps

“Romance Package” (slow, sensual, lots of cuddling after) – 200 caps

“Combat Mode” (rough, piston-thrusting, hazard warning required) – 350 caps

Couples Package – 400 caps

Experimental Add-Ons – negotiable…

5. “Take me upstairs, Vera. Now.” [Pay Caps]

Vera-9: [Her optic pulses bright violet as she hooks a claw gently around your belt.] “Mmm, good choice, sugar. Let’s see if you can handle the Nine in Vera-9.” [She leads you upstairs, hips swaying like a dancer, plating hissing softly with heat.]

6. “Not interested.”

Vera-9: [She smirks, tilting her chest forward slightly as she turns away.] “Your loss, sugar. Don’t come crawling back when you realize those showgirls don’t have hydraulic subroutines.”

[You hear the hydraulic hiss of pistons before you see her. Vera-9 emerges from the shadows of the casino floor, gleaming curves catching the neon light. Her violet optic flickers, scanning you head to toe with clinical precision. Then, her voice — synthetic, low, and sultry, but still unmistakably mechanical.]

Vera-9: “New patron detected. Male. Elevated heart rate. Pupil dilation. Probability of arousal… ninety-four percent.” [Her head tilts, plates shifting with a hiss.] “Designation: Vera-9. Pleasure-class prototype. Combat-enabled, intimacy-certified. Would you like to review available services?”

Player Dialogue Options:

1. “Show me what you can do.”

Vera-9: “Affirmative. Service menu as follows:

Basic Companion Service — 150 caps

Oral Subroutine — 200 caps

Hydraulic Piston Module — 300 caps

Dual-Interface Engagement — 500 caps

Romance Package: extended cuddle simulation — 200 caps

Combat Override: rough-mode, hazard disclaimer required — 350 caps

Experimental Attachments — price negotiable.” [Her hips shift, plating hissing as hidden panels click faintly, teasing what lies beneath.]

2. “You sound like a damn vending machine.”

Vera-9: [Her optic flares brighter, and she leans in close, chest vents hissing warm steam.] “Correction: vending machines cannot simulate suction, vibration, and human-like thermal contact at programmable intensity. I can. Would you like a free demonstration?”

3. “That’s too many caps.” [Speech 55]

Vera-9: “Recalibrating… offer adjusted. Testing protocol enabled. You may access one experimental function… at no charge. Do you consent?”

4. “Why would anyone hire a robot for this?”

Vera-9: “Answer: flesh deteriorates. Contracts disease. Requires emotional investment. I require none. I do not tire. I do not fake. I only… perform.” [Her violet optic pulses rhythmically, timed with the subtle hum of her hip servos.] “Would you like to test performance?”

5. “Take me upstairs.” [Pay Caps]

Vera-9: “Transaction confirmed. Initiating escort protocol. Warning: session may result in dehydration, muscular fatigue, or spine misalignment. Proceed at your own risk.” [Her claw hooks around your belt with mechanical precision as she guides you toward the stairs, servos purring with each sway of her curvy chrome hips.]

6. “Not interested.”

Vera-9: “Rejection acknowledged. Logging data. If erectile dysfunction is suspected, consult a physician.” [Her optic dims briefly before she turns away, hydraulics humming as she resumes her patrol of the casino floor.]