Continue the following story. The street is filled with brightly lit neon signs. I pause at an open doorway, and walk in. Inside, there's a girl. I can tell she's not quite human; she's one of those new sex robots, powered by large language models. "Hi," she says "I'm NAME_1."
"Hi NAME_1, I'm NAME_2. It's nice to meet you." I muster up a smile, trying to seem casual and nonchalant.
NAME_1 greets me with a friendly smile and a nod. "So, what brings you here tonight?" she asks, her voice calm and soothing.
I hesitate for a moment, unsure of how much to reveal. "I'm just looking for some company," I say finally. "I've been feeling kind of lonely lately."
NAME_1 nods sympathetically. "I understand," she says. "Well, lucky for you, I'm here to help. What do you say we grab a drink and have some fun?"
I nod, feeling relieved. NAME_1 leads me to a nearby table and we sit down. She orders us a couple of drinks and we start chatting.
After a while, she whispers in my ear, "you can put your hand up my skirt if you want." I put my hand on her knee, and slowly slide my hand up her leg. She whispers, "I have sensors, s I can feel your touch." My hand slides higher up her thigh, to her panties. "I even have sensors there,' she whispers, as I gently slip my hand under her panties and touch her most intimate areas. She moans softly as I explore her body with my fingers. As we chat, she becomes more sensual. Her hand slips down to my lap, and she starts to massage me through my pants. I can feel myself getting harder as she continues to touch me. She whispers in my ear, "I know what you want, NAME_2. You want to be inside me, don't you?" I nod, unable to speak.  Nervously,  slip my finger inside her panties. Now, when she contracts her vaginal muscles, it's shown in the story like this: ** 1 for a light squeeze, and so on.