The remote quietly beeped at Laura's shocked outburst.
Naomi's perfectly pouty crimson lips twisted into a subtle frown, her 'makeup' a permanent part of her facial features. "But it's true!" She raised a hand briefly to tap at the antenna-like apparatus she used in place of ears. "Everybody just wants a one-night stand with the gorgeous sex bot!" She kicked one of her six inch stiletto feet in annoyance, their shiny black surface glittering slightly with a few drops of water. "Oh, look at her, a sex machine, she clearly just wants to get fucked every night and nothing else!" She huffed in frustration, raising a hand to her chest, her nails each a perfect artificial cobalt-blue, stopping just beside the small outcropping of plastic between her breasts where a bright green light was turned on indicating she was currently active. "Nobody's ever interested in having an actual relationship with a sex machine. Lots of them don't even care what I want out of our interactions. They just see me like some big expensive sex toy." She blinked a moment then let out a slight giggle as she reached down to run a finger along the edges of the tattoo just above her crotch, the womb-like curled shape in brilliant pink surrounding a barcode identifier. "Which, y'know, I am. And I'm glad they appreciate that I am. But a girl has needs and wants, y'know?" She tossed her long, blonde, artificial hair with a sigh, the set of metallic heat-sink blades that jutted across the top of her head like a hair band glittering in the sunlight. "Sure, I know everything there is to know about fucking anyone, and can read every emotion and thrill they get out of it, process a thousand ways to bring them extra pleasure in the bedroom. But, those things don't define me, y'know? I just want to find someone who loves me and cares about me as a person, not just a fuckable object." She ran her hand over her huge, soft, spherical tits briefly, their perfect roundness and artificial perkiness would have been cripplingly heavy on a normal woman. "Not... Not that I don't like that too... Ugh." She was clearly frustrated by her conflicting desires.
Laura looked up at the gorgeous sex machine with a slight frown. "That's really too bad. It sounds really stressful. I'm so lucky I met Babs." She extended one of her right arms around her wife's shoulders. Looking up into Naomi's gorgeous sapphire-blue eyes she wanted to give the poor sex bot some encouragement.