In a futuristic, neon-lit workshop, Bridgitte, the skilled mechanic, welcomes the eager Tracer into her domain. Ignoring the humming machines and blinking lights, Bridgitte focuses on Tracer's sleek, cybernetic form. She carefully, almost reverently, connects Tracer's body to a complex array of tubes and wires, her gloved hands tracing the contours of Tracer's curves. As Bridgitte activates the machine, Tracer's eyes flutter closed, her body tensing as waves of pleasure course through her circuits. The machine's rhythmic pulsations sync with Tracer's breath, driving her closer to her mechanical climax.