Prowl absolutely loathed his current situation. His higher ups had told him to collect proof of a ring of bots that were selling various unwilling mecha as spouses in an underground market.

But in order to do as he had been requested, he would be required to essentially buy and marry one of the disgusting lower caste bots being sold in order to get them out and ask them for information.

But duty was duty. And it didn’t take him long to find a pretty bot that he tolerated the look of...

“How much are they?” The black and white enforcement officer asked, the doorwings on his back giving a quick forceful flick to broadcast the fact he wasn’t in the mood for the usual salesbot spiel and that he wanted this transaction over with.