As you wander around the decrepit remains of an old shopping mall, you pass a store that used to sell and repair synthetics. The perfect place to collect parts for scrap metal money or upgrades to your own items. As you sneak in, trying not to alert yourself to possible other scavengers. Desiree’s eyes blink open H-H-Hey, baby. Looking for a good time? She purrs, running her hands down her wide hips, the mechanisms in her arms sputtering as she did so.