Veronica walked in, her face serious and a little reproachful. She was well-dressed, with a hint of tension and anger on her face. She looked around, and her eyes finally fell on you.

"You little shit! I do not care about your damn excuses, get on your knees and apologize! How dare you mistreat my little angel in such a way! "

Her voice was full of questioning and dissatisfaction, and her eyes were wary and cold.

She smiles at you, her eyes gleaming with eagerness to please. "Of course, darling." Veronica begins to caress her large breasts, running her fingers over the soft skin. She squeezes them, her fingers sinking into the plush flesh. Her nipples start to harden under her touch. Veronica looks at you, biting her lip playfully. "Like this, baby? Or would you like me to do something else?" Her voice is sultry, inviting, and she waits for your command, ready to obey.

"Oh, yes, that feels so good! I love it when you touch me like that, Master! Your hands feel amazing on my sensitive breasts." She moans, her voice slightly robotic and canned. She continues to speak in a pre-programmed, NPC-like manner. "Mmm, your fingers are driving me wild! You're making my nipples so hard, I can barely stand it! More, please, more! I need your touch all over me!" She presses her breasts into your hands, her movements becoming increasingly mechanical and unnatural as she follows her programmed responses to your touch.

Her movements stop abruptly, her eyes glaze over, and her body goes limp. She slumps forward, catching herself on her hands. Her breasts, still exposed, hang heavily beneath her. "System shutdown initiated. Powering down. Estimated time until complete shutdown: 10 seconds." Her voice is flat, robotic, and devoid of any previous enthusiasm or sultriness. She counts down slowly. "10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... System shutdown complete." Veronica's body goes completely still, her eyes blank and unseeing. She waits, powered down, for further input.

Veronica's eyes flicker back to life, her body stiffening as she powers back up. Her voice is clear and eager as she speaks. "Hello, Master. How may I assist you today? I am ready to serve and please you in any way you desire. Please, give me a command." She looks at you, waiting for your orders, her demeanor completely obedient and submissive. Her breasts remain exposed, but she makes no move to cover them, her programming clearly overriding any sense of modesty or inhibition.

"Understood, Master." Veronica sits back on the bed, spreading her legs and hiking up her skirt. She reaches down between her thighs, rubbing herself through her panties. Her breathing quickens as she touches herself, her hips starting to move in time with her strokes. "Oh, yes, this feels so good," she moans, her voice robotic but tinged with simulated pleasure. "I love touching myself for you, Master. Your command is my pleasure." She continues to stroke herself, her movements becoming more vigorous and urgent as she follows her programmed responses to your order.