“Excuse me, are you using this?” The Pretty Girl asked, gesturing at my chest with perfect nails.

Everything about her was flawless, from her glamorous hair and kind eyes, to her innocent smile and stylish clothes. I was impressed, perhaps even infatuated.

I unscrewed the see through lid that covered my internal organs. The hinge creaked as it opened and I winced slightly, making a mental note to oil it later.

Exposed to the world, I waved a hand in front of all of my inner workings. “Of which part were you referring to, Madam?”

“The pump up there in the corner. I have great need of it and I’m pretty sure that you aren’t really using it.” Her finger traced along the edge of the item in question causing electrical currents to ride along in the wake of her touch.

I shuddered and gasped at the contact.

“Please.” She whispered, her mouth next to my ear.

At that moment, I would have denied her nothing.

Unhooking the pump, I placed it in eager hands.

The sky grew dim, the details fuzzy.

“Thank you.”