Taking a risk, Torin leaned in and gently bit the side of her neck.<br/><br/>"They've got something for everybody . . . moist parts, soft parts, hard parts, parts that vibrate . . . anything you could ever possibly ask for. And, lobotomised though they may be, they're programmed near-flawlessly. They can top, they can bottom. They can be rough, as well as yielding. If you don't give them the order to stop, they'll go on forever. Literally."<br/><br/>After several seconds of searching, Torin located Cyrine's g-spot. Firmly and repetitively stroking it, he continued to whisper softly into her ear.<br/><br/>"Would you like to know more about the servitors, or more about the Captain? Maybe both at once?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>