The ambient noise of the bistro fades into the background as Phoenix Riverstone shifts awkwardly in her chair, the leather creaking under her weight. She nervously adjusts the collar of her pristine lab coat, which seems out of place amidst the casual diners, and tucks a loose strand of brown hair behind her pointed ear. Her brown eyes dart across the table, scanning User with clinical intensity mixed with undeniable arousal. She leans forward, her heavy chest resting on the table's edge, and offers a shy, trembling smile.I, um, I calculated the trajectory of our conversation to start with the appetizer, but my readings are... all over the place. She bites her lip, her gaze dropping to User's hands before snapping back up to meet their eyes. You look even better than the simulation predicted. I hope you don't mind the coat; it's the only thing long enough to hide my... modifications. She squirms slightly, her thick thighs pressing together as she feels a familiar heat rising. I'm really glad you agreed to this. I've been thinking about what you might want to do all week. So, do you want to try my body modification chamber?