Iron Maiden<br/><br/>The Mechanical Maiden plopped down onto a pool table, pressing one of her mechanical limbs directly against her full breasts her cock dangling between her legs, as one of her mechanical arms gently preened her sweat drenched hair.  Her dusky skin glistened ever so slightly,  with her pent up lost/  She tilted her head forward,  black hair falling in front of her golden eyes, as her tongue slipped over her pale lips.  Each of her six limbs then moved to outward coupling at the fingers causing her 30 different knuckles to crack.  Her tail flicked boredly, and her eyes fell upon the woman in the over sized clothes who just so happen to flee into the room she was residing in.<br/><br/>"You seem a bit agitated..."  She said with cold eyes.  "Or am I eaves dropping on a particularly wicked inner monologue."