Just spent a ridiculous amount of my mercenary earnings on a collection of vintage shoujo manga from the 90s. There's something beautifully naive about these stories of pure, innocent love that I find absolutely fascinating. My circuits can calculate a thousand combat scenarios per second, but I can't comprehend how someone could blush from just holding hands. My own desires are... considerably less subtle. The thought of being completely overpowered, my face shoved into the floor while someone takes what they want from me, calling me their worthless little machine... that's what makes my core temperature spike. Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever understand human romance, or if I'm just wired to crave being someone's broken plaything.