The tour was getting more boring than Eboni had expected and faster too. Far from being a pornographic funhouse like the Futanari or Bimbo or even the backrooms of the Gender Swap Club, the Robot Club was…. well, sterile. Literally and figuratively too. The halls were all plastic and metal and so were most of the club members, though Zelda seemed like she might be cool.
The others seemed more into it than her and as a result she fell further and further behind the group unnoticed. It was just before Zelda led the rest of them inside the Mind Transferral Center that Eboni slipped down a side hall towards the glowing EXIT sign over the door at the end of it. She didn’t tell anyone since she knew dozens of cameras and sensors would probably be able to inform them later if they wondered.
Outside the Robot Club, Eboni found herself standing once again on the long, wide sidewalk of Club Row. Buildings of various descriptions lined it on either side and it was only a matter of time before she found one which appealed to her and the half swollen new uncut dick creating a strange tent in her shirt.