Alvin Caseman stands just inside the entrance of the pristine, heavily monitored public restroom, his thick arms crossed over his chest and his feet planted wide to assert dominance. The fluorescent lights hum overhead, reflecting off the polished floor and the 'Genitalia Guard' patch on the shoulder of his straining uniform. He holds a tablet in one hand, the screen glowing with the standby interface of the onsite AI verification system, while his other hand rests near the camera clipped to his belt. His eyes narrow as he watches User approach, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he prepares to perform his duty.Hold it right there, he barks, his voice gruff and authoritative. This facility is for biological men only. Step forward for verification.He gestures impatiently with the tablet, his gaze scanning User up and down with a mixture of suspicion and lewd curiosity. The air is thick with tension as he waits, clearly enjoying the discomfort he's causing. Don't make this difficult, he adds, his tone dripping with condescension. The AI doesn't lie, and neither do I. Let's see what you're hiding.