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Not Pink Enough (OTA)

She liked the pink of the hotel a lot. If she had to guess, she'd say that whoever built the place kept her aesthetics in mind. Still, there were some places were pink was lacking and on a hot day like today, the pool was one of those places. Clad in her bikini, she was lounging on a pink shell floaty with sunglasses on and an umbrella drink in her hand. She casually touched the water and the water instantly turned pink like she had dumped a bunch of pink food colouring into the water.

Aphrodite let out a relaxing sigh. "Much better!" Smiling, she sipped her drink.

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Built. Again, she was reminded of her husband. Maybe this was Hera's plan all along. Plop her into some hotel where everyone seemed to remind her of Hephaestus. "Oh, sweetie. We're going to have to work on how you say that. I mean, I can think of a lot of ways you could service me." She grinned and it was very suggestive, but also have a playful air about it, before the expression sobered a little. "Somehow I think you're talking more about getting me a drink or something."

The suggestion wasn't at all lost on Connor and he questioned himself over why he courted such an invitation in the first place.

"It would...be my pleasure." He straightened up further, looking between Aphrodite and the bar. "House's choice?"

For something that said he didn't operate in the same realm as she did, he certainly was good at making suggestive comments. She wondered if it was intentional or if he was simply saying things that could be construed in an intimate way. Either way, Aphrodite liked it.

"Oh, I am so interested to know what you come up with." She couldn't help herself. She batted her eyelashes at him flirtatiously "Don't disappoint me, now."

If Connor could be called anything, it was earnest. He returned the mysterious woman's look with a nod, approaching the bar and welcoming himself inside. He took a quick inventory--not just liquor, but fruit. He looked back to the lounging guest--her golden skin was clearly warm in the late summer sun. Then, he recalled a brief encounter with a magazine that had fallen in the lobby with a cover decorated with cocktail recipes (which he'd sooner call on for for guidance than the memories of the Lieutenant's whiskey rags.)

Rolling up his sleeves, Connor combined precise quantities of simple syrup and a watermelon purée in the fridge, dousing the mixture with white rum and lime juice like an old hand. He clipped a sprig off the fresh mint plant at the edge of the counter and garnished the rim with lime. Then, he appraised it. Calories: 291 ... Sugar: 35g. ... Vitamin A: 885IU ...

"Be gentle with me," he said as he knelt at the poolside where Aphrodite lounged, presenting the blushing drink on a small tray.

"Sweetie, you keep talking like that and I'll have to see if I can muster enough magic to make you a real boy." She winked at him, mostly joking though she'd be lying if she wasn't interested in having some fun with the android now. It was so rare to find someone that held her interest like he was doing now. She suddenly wondered if her powers would work on him at all - could he feel arousal?

She took the drink and took a sip. Aphrodite provided a bit of a show as she closed her eyes, licked her lips, and made an 'mmmm' sound as she savoured the drink Connor had made. She opened her eyes to look at him again. "I'm starting to wonder, too, if there's anything you're not good at."

Even if Connor recognized the body language of overt seduction, his temple flashed at the first instance of being on the other side of it. This was a far, far cry from the Eden Club and the hollow stares of androids built for sex just following their programming. More than that, this woman wielded some sort of power unseen, and he was far more adjusted to dealing with threats than propositions.

“Proper introductions, perhaps,” Connor replied, erring to take it at face value and respond to her leisurely demeanor in kind. For whatever reason, he felt a strong need not to disappoint this woman. “Connor. An android built by Cyberlife.”

Aphrodite had no real idea what an android was, though she grasped the general concept and she didn't know what Cyberlife was, but assumed it was some sort of business or company. She thought his formality was quite cute. "Aphrodite, goddess of Love and Beauty." As always, she looked quite pleased while introducing herself as such and she offered him a little wink after the fact. She also appreciated he didn't have a last name. The whole surname thing was a bit weird in her opinion, though she was sure Hera liked it a lot.

"Tell me, Connor. What do you do for fun here? Please tell me it's not all chores and services."

"I've...heard of you." It wasn't a lie--a Loki, a Thor, and now an Aphrodite. The former two weren't threatening, hopefully the trend would follow. And if Loki taught him anything about dealing with deities, humor was a decent approach. His lips quirked up as he offered her a towel as the fluid made clear trails across her skin, as if amused to prove her point.

"Perhaps I don't know what fun is, then. I'm programmed to serve."

Oh, she liked him. She didn't normally like machines - reminded her too much of Hephaestus - but this one she enjoyed immensely. Out of nowhere a little table appeared to float beside her and she deposited the drink there to take the towel. Connor had gotten her attention which was, again, a rarity. She leaned forward a little, her almost-nothing clothing accentuated by the move. She reached out and lightly touched the side of his face. "Can you feel, Connor?" She let the touch be normal until her fingertip reached his chin, then she sent a small trickle of pleasure through her finger as if interested to see if he would react. Did androids work the same as humans this way?

As her manicured hand approached, Connor stilled to let it. He could sense the pressure and the warmth of Aphrodite's touch, certainly enough to act out the reaction a human would have. When her fingers brushed his chin, his LED flashed--it wasn't pleasure, not quite, but there was something that demanded this woman be the center of his focus that was intensified. The interference with his software should have been a cause to pause and self-correct, but he didn't.

"You'd find me boring in that regard," he replied with a soft tone of apology, even if it was having some kind of effect.

The little light on the side of his head was rather pleasing to her. It was like getting instant gratification that what you were doing was working. Aphrodite liked that. Sure, she didn't know what she was doing exactly to the android, but a reaction was a reaction. "Oh, honey. Somehow I don't think you're boring at all." Maybe it was because she had never met someone like him before or maybe it was because he seemed to have an adorable reaction every time she made a move. Both were probably the answers.

"I could teach you how to be less boring too, if you wanted." She tapped his bottom lip lightly with her index finger playfully before she withdrew her hand for now.

That was a clear invitation as any, and maybe it was the rut he'd hit with the sheer monotony but he almost responded. With the distance of her touch, however, clarity returned--some, anyway. It also came in the form of Hank's voice screaming at him from somewhere in his auditory processing. No explanation for that one.

"I'll...think about it." He straightened his loose collar, gathering his composure.

Her pink lips formed a perfectly executed pout of disappointment while she sighed softly with a soft 'mmmmm'. "And here I thought you said you were made to serve." She batted her eyes a few times at him for good measure. "Here I've gone and gotten all excited and now there's this disappointment."

"My apologies." Connor tilted his head ever so slightly, rising to stand. "But it wasn't a 'no.'"

Amusement sparkled in her eyes and her lips formed a little sly smile. "Oh, I definitely like you." And because of that, she decided it'd be more fun to play the game than to just demand - at least for now.

At her words, Connor felt himself relax, surreal as it all was. Getting by without rousing conflict was the priority, but finding himself caught up in the whims of a resident was...

"I'm relieved you enjoyed the drink. That was my first time." He adjusted his sleeves, cleaning his fingers of the faint residue of citrus and sugar. "Please send for me via journal if you'd like another."

Aphrodite was not shy with how she looked at him just then, especially since she wondered just what other 'first times' there could be. The goddess was not shy with that sort of thing.

"You'll definitely be hearing from me soon, Romeo." She winked at him.

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