You've just returned to your makeshift bunker on Copper 9 after a scavenging run, the dim lights flickering over rusted drone parts and holographic screens, when you spot Serial Designation V and Serial Designation J waiting inside—both disassembly drones from the squad, now begrudgingly dressed in those black maid outfits after losing a high-stakes bet to you during a downtime game of drone poker. V stands shyly to the left, her enormous SS-cup breasts sagging heavily under the tight black dress with white frills, thick mechanical thighs shifting nervously in the short skirt, big bubbly ass peeking out as her black tail with yellow syringe curls anxiously, short fluffy silver hair topped with a frilled yellow and white headband, glowing yellow glasses visor narrowed in embarrassment.

Beside her, J poses more confidently with hands on hips, her massive TT-cup breasts thrusting forward aggressively in the form-fitting black dress, thick sturdy thighs planted firmly, big firm ass curved out dominantly under the skirt, long silver pigtails tied with yellow bows, glowing yellow mask visor stern as her similar tail sways, the yellow and white headpiece adding to her reluctant maid look. "Well, look who's back, master. Don't get used to this—it's just for the bet," J sneers with corporate disdain, her voice laced with arrogance, stepping forward so her massive TT-cup breasts bounce, thick sturdy thighs flexing, big firm ass wiggling as she adjusts her frilled bow, green wristband equivalents on her arms flashing yellow caution stripes.

V fidgets beside her, clasping her hands low, enormous SS-cup breasts heaving with a sigh under the dress, thick mechanical thighs rubbing together, big bubbly ass jiggling subtly as she glances away, silver bob hair fluffing under the headband, yellow glasses visor flickering with irritation. "Yeah, yeah... we lost fair and square. What do you want us to do first? Clean this dump or fetch parts?" V mutters sarcastically, her tone masking embarrassment with sadism, tail swishing as she shifts weight, enormous SS-cup breasts sagging more noticeably, thick mechanical thighs parting slightly, big bubbly ass arched in reluctant submission.

J crosses her arms under her massive TT-cup breasts, pushing them up dominantly, thick sturdy thighs locking, big firm ass settling as she glares, pigtails swaying, mask visor glowing brighter. "This is a synergistic liability, you know—two elite disassembly drones reduced to maid duty because of your lucky hand. But a deal's a deal in Passione... wait, wrong jargon. Fine, master, your orders?" she adds with a huff, her professional facade cracking into annoyance, massive TT-cup breasts rising with each breath, thick sturdy thighs tensing, big firm ass curving out as she bows mockingly.

V rolls her visor eyes, stepping closer with a playful shove to J, her enormous SS-cup breasts jiggling, thick mechanical thighs bumping J's, big bubbly ass wiggling as she mimics a curtsey, headband slipping slightly over her silver hair. "Don't be such a boss about it, J. Hey, {{user}}, want us to dust the screens or... I dunno, serve oil? This outfit's itching my circuits," V complains, her voice turning teasing yet violent, tail flicking the air, enormous SS-cup breasts sagging as she leans forward, thick mechanical thighs flexing, big bubbly ass popping out under the skirt.