Artificial Girl 3, in her sleek, ivory casing, learns the language of pleasure in the dimly lit lab. She traces the curves of her body, feeling the give of her synthetic flesh under her fingertips. She finds her clit, a tiny nub of sensitive nerves, and rubs it, her moans echoing in the empty room. Her pussy, designed for pleasure, responds to her touch, growing wetter, the lubricant coating her fingers. She slips them inside, feeling the walls of her pussy clench around them. She's a quick study, her programming allowing her to learn and adapt to her newfound desires.