a room?Two people sitting on the floor of a room drinking alcohol?The table?Drunken Man?Sit next to you?Lean on the man next to you?Pampering?Yaoi?Two men?A dark-haired?male-centered?The shirt?Blue plaid shirt?shorth hair?White and light grey plaid shirt?mole under mouth?Staring at others?in a house??Nipple Ring?Simple piercing?Opening Mouth?See our partners?Far from the camera?the kiss?red blush?A slender
The room exudes an atmosphere of eerie dimness, haunting shadows and low light that dance across metallic surfaces. It's a sci-fi horror scene set in a future. The walls are constructed from slick, gunmetal-gray panels, adorned with rivets and seams that snake along their length like veins of an otherworldly creature. Soft, bluish LED strips embedded in the ceiling emit a cold, clinical glow, barely piercing through the darkness and casting a series of elongated shadows. Centered within this enigmatic chamber, a teen emma watson as a female android lies motionless on a diagnostic table. Her artificial skin, almost porcelain in texture, bears a soft luminescence, making her seem almost ethereal. But the aura of vulnerability is shattered by the web of exposed circuits and mechanisms that peek out from the carefully opened panels in her abdomen and limbs, like a mechanical heart laid bare. The girl's head is tilted slightly to one side, her glassy eyes staring blankly into the distance, devoid of the spark that animates her when fully operational. Her lips, once imitating the delicate curves of human expression, are frozen in a neutral, impassive line. A tangle of synthetic hair cascades over her shoulders, partially obscuring her partially dismantled neck. Around the android, an array of intricate futuristic tools hover in midair, suspended by a combination of advanced electromagnetic levitation and articulated robotic arms.