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