Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-26517142-20190506205831/@comment-43741305-20190906094908

I look at her, and she looks back with those odd, pupilless eyes and the enigmatic smile. Even with amost nothing on her, she manages to be as classy as an oiran of ancient Japan.

And that frilly cap.

"M...M..." I stutter, while images of the streets of glorious Akihabara flood back in my memory. I start slightly shaking like a rocket about to blast off.

She curtsies. "At your COMPLETE service, Master. Please do MAKE USE OF ME in any way you see fit." Her tone is serene like she just offered to make me lunch - and yet the undertone of her words is dripping lewdness.

"M...M...Meido...."

"Indeed." she giggles. The way she moves is almost.....liquid. "Mine is a race that was borne to serve, after all it is only fitting I take this form. Go with the flow, as they say, isn't it?"

I close my eyes, take a deep breath. And another. Shoggoth meido.

Shoggoth. Meido.

"Welcome home, I guess?" I manage to stutter as she glides in, looking around as she's always been here for some reason. Her eyes glimmer with satiasfaction as she looks over her shoulder and the rest of her VERY minimaslistic outfit materializes from out of her body.

"Dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes. Would you like some coffee while you wait?" she asks. "Or tea? Or...me?"

I close the door. The rest, as they say, is history.