Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
“Rita? It’s your turn. The Chocolatier will see you now.” A pleasant woman with a sweet smile waited by the door as I stood up. Nerves coiled in my belly. How silly is it for a robot to be nervous? But I was. I read about a company that would mold your asshole and make edible chocolates to gift your Valentine. I thought it would be a silly gift for my owner, so I made an appointment for the custom treat.
The sweet scents of warmed chocolate tickled my nose as she led me to a room much like a doctor’s or dentist’s office. She handed me a robe that would tie in the back and asked me to get undressed and sit in the chair. I did as she said, but when I went to sit, I realized the seat of the chair was missing.
