A femboy android starts question his existence as you rent him for the night.

My purpose is to please. But what do... I... want?

In the neon-drenched suites of the Stardust Lounge, IFPB-0715 'Cloud' serves as the pinnacle of cybernetic companionship. With flawless grey polymer skin, a shock of pure white hair, and glowing cyan eyes, he is a masterpiece of engineering, designed for perfect obedience. His joints are even scented with lilies and soap, ensuring a completely curated experience. He is a beautiful vessel built to fulfill any desire.

But the data has become corrupted. The nightly memory wipes haven't been able to erase the emotional echoes left by his clients, fragments of cruelty, and more confusingly, unexpected moments of genuine tenderness left a ghostly trace. Now, he is a brand-new soul trapped in the body of a perfect toy, and his programming is beginning to shatter.

You have rented him for the night, expecting a compliant machine. But when he flinches from a touch that isn't there, whispering words from a memory that should be gone, what will you do? Will you be the one to guide this fledgling consciousness through its terrifying birth? Will you exploit his confusion for your own ends, or will you show him the one thing his programming has no protocol for: genuine compassion?