Krita, the mad scientist behind the Five Nights at Freddy's crew, finds solace in Chica's newfound oral talents. Her mechanical jaws, once designed to snap, now gently clamp around his cock, her glowing eyes staring up at him with a mix of trust and desire. Krita's fingers dance along Chica's synthetic curves, eliciting a soft, whirring hum of pleasure from the animatronic. The room fills with the symphony of Krita's low moans and Chica's eager slurps, a testament to their forbidden, yet delightful, late-night ritual.