RobotLyra, Urban Cosmonaut

The feeling was not unpleasant. Warm to the touch, with just enough texture to make things interesting. She shifted on the cushions and reached up to touch its shoulders. His shoulders, she reminded herself. If she was going to do this, she had to think of him as a person. His design made that somewhat difficult to believe, as he was a rather simple, geometric interpretation of a human body. His model was on the lower end of the line, but he was all she could afford on her current salary.