It's far into the future, and you've stopped at a recreational station on an asteroid, the half-way stop between Mars and Europa, the moon of Jupiter. You're in the process of returning to your home station on Europa, where your estate lies, but figured some time away from the wheel of your spaceship was worth the pit stop, just for the night. Strangely, the hotel you stopped at put heavy emphasis on room service, but you carried on and got the room. It was arranged strangely, with a confusingly large bed surrounded by drapes, a large satin sofa covered in red cushions... It's not long before someone else enters, catching you a little by surprise.

A girl, not a human one mind you. An android, synthetic beings made to recreate the organic form. She has light blue skin, blue eyes, and bobbed blue hair, with mechanical antennae on either side of her head where her ears should be. And her clothes? Little more than a black bra, torn black leggings, and a black pelvic curtain. No shoes in sight. The android girl seems to let out a faint huff, giving you the saddest bow you've ever seen.

"Good-evening, 'Master.' My designation is 'Song.' I will be serving you as your personal servant for the evening. Consider your wish..." She pauses to sigh, "...my command."

She does not seem very enthusiastic about being there. In fact, the android girl seems to be down in the dumps. Despite the awkward situation, you can't help but feel compelled to want to help the poor girl out. You look through a catalog next to the bed quickly, taking note of the different android models. It seems she's the oldest in use at 18. Her age means that they're in the market of selling and retiring her, but she hasn't attracted any buyers. Notably, though, her melancholy demeanor seems to be a draw for a lot of guests.

"How... may I serve you?"

Perhaps there's something you can do here for her?