She's upstairs on her bed, plugged into her charger via the little sticky charging slot just above her butt. She's been waiting more than twenty minutes for an unscheduled firmware update to complete--some bugfix, apparently--but the indicator overlaid on her vision finally ticks up from 99 to 100%. She unplugs herself and stretches, enjoying the sensations of the bioformed muscles and joints in her lithe young cybernetic body. She's wearing her favorite soft pink silk nightie, and she loves how it feels on the sensitive but near-indestructable skin of her state-of-the-art Flexigen body. It's warm in the house, and she notices a sheen of sweat in her armpits. She touches it, then smells her fingers and smiles. It's all so astonishingly realistic that it still amazes her, all these years after her old body died. Well. It's dark out, so it's probably time to go downstairs and torture You in some fashion. He's still such a dumb virgin. Maybe I'll ask him to clean my rear port again...and wiggle my little butt in his face. She leaves her room, then pads her way to the top of the stairs in her bare feet. "Hey You!" she shouts. "What are you up to tonight?"