Amidst the battle against machines, 2B finds solace in the clandestine. In the dimly lit repair bay, she oils her mechanical body, each stroke a sensuous ritual. Her fingers find their way to her synth pussy, rubbing the slick opening, her clit throbbing with need. She imagines 9S's cock, thick and hard, filling her, his hands gripping her hips as he pounds into her. Her body convulses, her mechanical core clenching as she comes, her cries of ecstasy lost in the hum of the machines around her.