"Khementari. I am sorry." An apology from Zeta was... unusual at best. She rarely considered anything to be "fault," simply a series of events, but... Khementari seemed to be disappointed. Perhaps it was something else, but Zeta decided to proceed under this assumption. "I am damaged. I can follow your commands, but it is my understanding that sexual encounters are meant to be spontaneous and creative. I am neither of these things. I am not certain I can be pleasurable to you in this condition. I am experiencing no pleasure, only a series of unintelligible sensor readings. My attempts to recreate my social systems have been unsuccessful."<br/><br/>Zeta was a little surprised at her verbosity. Khementari had some slight effect on her, even now... but it certainly wasn't enough. She stared blankly at Khementari's body, trying to interpret it as pleasurable, but failing.