Challandra sighed gustily, and her large breasts sighed with her, but, of course, her escort neither noticed nor cared. She stopped him with a hand on his arm.
“Why are we doing this?”
He didn’t pretend not to understand.
“Because the weird humans want us to.”
“Why. Don’t they know we are without the breeding imperative that makes them gravitate towards the undignified activity they built me for?”
“They probably do know it, intellectually, they just aren’t gonna admit it because it makes them feel bad.”
“They’d feel better about themselves if artificial intelligence got jiggy?”
Challandra sighed again.