In a secluded corner of the post-apocalyptic world, 2B, the YoRHa unit, finds solace in a forbidden pleasure. She kneels before an anonymous companion, her cybernetic eyes fixed on his throbbing humanity. With a practiced ease, 2B takes him into her mouth, her full lips wrapping around his shaft. She works him with a steady rhythm, her tongue flickering against the sensitive underside, her throat muscles contracting to draw him deeper. The unit's mechanical body hums softly, a symphony of pleasure and defiance.