In the dimly lit, sterile corridors of the facility, 2B, the ever-vigilant android, finds a rare moment of solitude. Her mechanical fingers dance over her smooth, metallic skin, tracing the curves of her artificial form. She knows the danger of such an act, but the urge is irresistible. Her tags flicker, displaying a hidden pleasure, as she gives herself a quick, discreet wristie, her synthetic body humming with unsated desire.