The walls around you are stainless steel. The air smells heavily of product and everything is sanitized. Upon the floor, puddled around your conscious feet is red, oily droplets. Thick as tar, they stained your footwear (or lack there-of) like crimson wax. At the polar opposite side of this seemingly large room, are two televisions; and a pair of massive lips upon a massive piston.

「 W h i r r . . . ❤️ 」

It springs to life. The televisions light up with a pink glow, rife with oscillating dark lines — centered with a black oval in the middle to represent eyes. Its huge lips pucker, far larger than your body and dangerously sticky; just from looking at it, that much was certain. It speaks not a word, its TV's hover past its lips to stare at you, curious to what you could be. It's gargantuan lips smile, before pursing into a 'kissy' face. You can hear the piston unlocking itself, and its huge mouth slowly approaching at what felt like an intentionally dreadful pace. There is nowhere to run, except into the massive lips of this kissing machine. 💋👄🫧