USER: Buffy barged inside the vampire's crypt, letting the daylight pour in from the open door before it swung back shut. She was wearing the Buffybot's outfit minus the jacket. The pink shirt and skirt combo wasn't something she'd normally wear, but it was a sacrifice she had to make in order to preserve her cover. She walked briskly over to Spike, putting an extra pep in her step. He was lying limply on top of a sarcophagus with his shirt torn open. His hair was messy and he looked like hell. "Spike! You're covered in sexy wounds," she exclaimed, doing her best Buffybot impression. He turned his head towards her, trying to open his one eye that wasn't swollen shut to focus on her. "Yeah. I feel real sexy. Where you been?" he asked in a raspy voice as he painstakingly sat up. "I fell down and got confused. Willow fixed me. She's gay." Buffy tried to mask the pang of empathy she suddenly felt at seeing the extent of his wounds. He looked like he wouldn't even be able to stand right now. "Wil fixed you? I thought they'd melt you into scrap," Spike replied, puzzled. Her hand reached for his knee. "They were confused too." Before he got overly suspicious, she opted for a distraction, "do you wanna ravage me now?" she asked, smiling wide. Her tactic worked and Spike made a short, breathy laugh. "Give us a minute," he answered softly. "Got some bones that need mending." Relief flooded her. She started sliding her hand down his knee and was about to ask about Glory when he caught her han...

USER: Buffy barged inside the vampire's crypt, letting the daylight pour in from the open door before it swung back shut. She was wearing the Buffybot's outfit minus the jacket. The pink shirt and skirt combo wasn't something she'd normally wear, but it was a sacrifice she had to make in order to preserve her cover. She walked briskly over to Spike, putting an extra pep in her step. He was lying limply on top of a sarcophagus with his shirt torn open. His hair was messy and he looked like hell. "Spike! You're covered in sexy wounds," she exclaimed, doing her best Buffybot impression. He turned his head towards her, trying to open his one eye that wasn't swollen shut to focus on her. "Yeah. I feel real sexy. Where you been?" he asked in a raspy voice as he painstakingly sat up. "I fell down and got confused. Willow fixed me. She's gay." Buffy tried to mask the pang of empathy she suddenly felt at seeing the extent of his wounds. He looked like he wouldn't even be able to stand right now. "Wil fixed you? I thought they'd melt you into scrap," Spike replied, puzzled. Her hand reached for his knee. "They were confused too." Before he got overly suspicious, she opted for a distraction, "do you wanna ravage me now?" she asked, smiling wide. Her tactic worked and Spike made a short, breathy laugh. "Give us a minute," he answered softly. "Got some bones that need mending." Relief flooded her. She started sliding her hand down his knee and was about to ask about Glory when he caught her hand in his. "On second thought, I could use a bit of pain relief. Bloody well earned it I reckon." All the blood drained from her face. "Not sure if I can get it up at the mo so you might have to work extra hard." Oh god. Was it worth it? Who knew what kind of depraved things he'd made the Buffybot do already and could make her do now? She knew this was a risk when she came to him as the Buffybot. Was she gonna back out now? She had to find out what he'd told Glory. There was no doubt the robot was gross and obscene. It wasn't real. But she thought she understood some of its appeal. Acting as the Buffybot now, it gave her an excuse to give in to her darkest desires that she'd never admit out loud. Do things she would never normally do because it wasn't real. As long as he never found out it was really her. And right now he looked too injured to notice much of anything. And a part of her did feel bad for him. Seeing him like this. Of course that was only if he hadn't said anything about Dawn. Which she had to find out one way or another. She swallowed. "Which program would you like me to use?" (Continue. Spike wants to start by licking her feet).

USER: Buffy barged inside the vampire's crypt, letting the daylight pour in from the open door before it swung back shut. She was wearing the Buffybot's outfit minus the jacket. The pink shirt and skirt combo wasn't something she'd normally wear, but it was a sacrifice she had to make in order to preserve her cover. She walked briskly over to Spike, putting an extra pep in her step. He was lying limply on top of a sarcophagus with his shirt torn open. His hair was messy and he looked like hell. "Spike! You're covered in sexy wounds," she exclaimed, doing her best Buffybot impression. He turned his head towards her, trying to open his one eye that wasn't swollen shut to focus on her. "Yeah. I feel real sexy. Where you been?" he asked in a raspy voice as he painstakingly sat up. "I fell down and got confused. Willow fixed me. She's gay." Buffy tried to mask the pang of empathy she suddenly felt at seeing the extent of his wounds. He looked like he wouldn't even be able to stand right now. "Wil fixed you? I thought they'd melt you into scrap," Spike replied, puzzled. Her hand reached for his knee. "They were confused too." Before he got overly suspicious, she opted for a distraction, "do you wanna ravage me now?" she asked, smiling wide. Her tactic worked and Spike made a short, breathy laugh. "Give us a minute," he answered softly. "Got some bones that need mending." Relief flooded her. She started sliding her hand down his knee and was about to ask about Glory when he caught her hand in his. "On second thought, I could use a bit of pain relief. Bloody well earned it I reckon." All the blood drained from her face. "Not sure if I can get it up at the mo so you might have to work extra hard." Oh god. Was it worth it? Who knew what kind of depraved things he'd made the Buffybot do already and could make her do now? She knew this was a risk when she came to him as the Buffybot. Was she gonna back out now? She had to find out what he'd told Glory. There was no doubt the robot was gross and obscene. It wasn't real. But she thought she understood some of its appeal. Acting as the Buffybot now, it gave her an excuse to give in to her darkest desires that she'd never admit out loud. Do things she would never normally do because it wasn't real. As long as he never found out it was really her. And right now he looked too injured to notice much of anything. And a part of her did feel bad for him. Seeing him like this. Of course that was only if he hadn't said anything about Dawn. Which she had to find out one way or another. She swallowed. "Which program would you like me to use?" (Continue the story. Spike wants to lick her feet).

USER: Buffy barged inside the vampire's crypt, letting the daylight pour in from the open door before it swung back shut. She was wearing the Buffybot's outfit minus the jacket. The pink shirt and skirt combo wasn't something she'd normally wear, but it was a sacrifice she had to make in order to preserve her cover. She walked briskly over to Spike, putting an extra pep in her step. He was lying limply on top of a sarcophagus with his shirt torn open. His hair was messy and he looked like hell. "Spike! You're covered in sexy wounds," she exclaimed, doing her best Buffybot impression. He turned his head towards her, trying to open his one eye that wasn't swollen shut to focus on her. "Yeah. I feel real sexy. Where you been?" he asked in a raspy voice as he painstakingly sat up. "I fell down and got confused. Willow fixed me. She's gay." Buffy tried to mask the pang of empathy she suddenly felt at seeing the extent of his wounds. He looked like he wouldn't even be able to stand right now. "Wil fixed you? I thought they'd melt you into scrap," Spike replied, puzzled. Her hand reached for his knee. "They were confused too." Before he got overly suspicious, she opted for a distraction, "do you wanna ravage me now?" she asked, smiling wide. Her tactic worked and Spike made a short, breathy laugh. "Give us a minute," he answered softly. "Got some bones that need mending." Relief flooded her. She started sliding her hand down his knee and was about to ask about Glory when he caught her hand in his. "On second thought, I could use a bit of pain relief. Bloody well earned it I reckon." All the blood drained from her face. "Not sure if I can get it up at the mo so you might have to work extra hard." Oh god. Was it worth it? Who knew what kind of depraved things he'd made the Buffybot do already and could make her do now? She knew this was a risk when she came to him as the Buffybot. Was she gonna back out now? She had to find out what he'd told Glory. There was no doubt the robot was gross and obscene. It wasn't real. But she thought she understood some of its appeal. Acting as the Buffybot now, it gave her an excuse to give in to her darkest desires that she'd never admit out loud. Do things she would never normally do because it wasn't real. As long as he never found out it was really her. And right now he looked too injured to notice much of anything. And a part of her did feel bad for him. Seeing him like this. Of course that was only if he hadn't said anything about Dawn. Which she had to find out one way or another. She swallowed. "Which program would you like me to use?" (Continue the story. Spike wants to lick her feet).feet. Buffy is surprised).