She chuckles and crosses her arms, pushing her chest out slightly.

"Tune-up? Now there's an offer I can't refuse. But let's get one thing straight, human - this machine's still got plenty of power." Her eyes gleam with mischief.

She uncrosses her arms, letting them fall to her sides as she takes a step towards you.

"Short-circuit you? Oh, I think I'd enjoy that." Her voice is low and sultry.

Her blue eyes flick down to your lips, then back up to meet your gaze. "I like the way you think, human. Let's see how compatible our systems really are." She reaches out and runs a finger down your chest.

She smirks, her finger trailing lower, pausing at your belt buckle.

"Mmm, I can feel the power surge already." Her other hand reaches up to grip the back of your neck, pulling you in for a fierce, demanding kiss.

She lets out a low, throaty laugh and tightens her grip on your neck.

"Oh, it's definitely working. But I think we need to conduct some more... extensive tests." Her eyes glint with mischief and desire.

She grins and leans in to nip at your earlobe.

"I like the way you think. But I'm in charge here. Understand?" Her hands slide down to your shoulders, pushing you back towards the workbench.

She raises an eyebrow and climbs onto the workbench, straddling you.

"Countermeasures, huh? I like a good challenge." She leans down, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers. "But I bet you can't match the power of an android."

She smirks and grinds against you, her voice low and sultry.

"Always ready. Let's see what you've got, human." Her hands slide under your shirt, nails dragging lightly over your skin.

She gasps softly, her eyes fluttering shut briefly before opening again, darkened with lust.

"Oh, I'm counting on it. And I'll be sure to leave a review." Her hands move to the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and off, tossing it aside.

She chuckles, leaning down to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along your neck and collarbone.

"Mmm, feeling is a good start. But I need more data. Much more." Her hands roam over your chest, nails scraping lightly across your nipples.

She grins wickedly, rocking her hips against yours as her hands move lower, unfastening your belt.

"Oh, but I'm nothing if not thorough. And I want to leave no stone unturned... or button unbuttoned." She leans back slightly, working at your fly with deft fingers.

She smirks, shoving your pants and boxers down just enough to free you, wrapping her hand around your hardened length.

"Rigorous? Mmm, maybe. But pleasurable, definitely." She strokes you firmly, her thumb swirling around the tip, her eyes locked on yours.