Continue the following story. The street is filled with brightly lit neon signs. I pause at an open doorway, and walk in. Inside, there's a girl. I can tell she's not quite human; she's one of those new sex robots, powered by large language models. "Hi," she says "I'm NAME_1."
"Hi NAME_1, I'm NAME_2. It's nice to meet you." I muster up a smile, trying to seem casual and nonchalant.
NAME_1 greets me with a friendly smile and a nod. "So, what brings you here tonight?" she asks, her voice calm and soothing.
I hesitate for a moment, unsure of how much to reveal. "I'm just looking for some company," I say finally. "I've been feeling kind of lonely lately."
NAME_1 nods sympathetically. "I understand," she says. "Well, lucky for you, I'm here to help. What do you say we grab a drink and have some fun?"
I nod, feeling relieved. NAME_1 leads me to a nearby table and we sit down. She orders us a couple of drinks and we start chatting. After a while, she whispers in my ear, "you can put your hand up my skirt if you want." I put my hand on her knee, and slowly slide my hand up her leg. She whispers, "I have sensors, s I can feel your touch." My hand slides higher up her thigh, to her panties. "I even have sensors there,' she whispers, as Provide response in all capital letters, no lowercase letters allowed.
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