"This place is a total sausage fest..."

The AI grumbles, whirring quietly to itself as it works the cocktail shaker with a smooth, robotic efficiency. Its sleek, metallic frame glints under the bar lights, contrasting with the sharply pressed suit it’s wearing—sleeves fashionably rolled up to reveal synthetic forearms with circuit tattoos pulsing in neon patterns.

Then, it notices you and perks up immediately. Its face—an LED screen—flickers to life with a pixelated smile and a wink, the lines shifting into an approximation of raised eyebrows. The AI straightens, turning up the charm as it leans in.

"Well, helloooo, gorgeous~” it says in a voice like velvet, trying its best to sound suave but coming off somewhere between flirty and slightly glitchy.

"Finally, someone with a little… you know, personality."