I awoke with my face atop my partner’s belly.

“Uh… what am I doing here?” I asked.

“Charging,” they replied.

“Charging?”

“Display current percentage.”

“Battery charge at 6%. Estimated battery life remaining: three minutes. Charging.”

The words left my mouth before I could think about them. I blushed and covered my mouth.

“Three minutes, huh?” my partner asked in mock contemplation. “Yeah, that’s enough.”

“Enough for what!?”

“Stand.”

My body obeyed against my will, getting up from the couch and standing in a neutral position.

The couch. That’s where I was.

My partner stood. They were wearing nothing but a bra and some pajamas. Lazy evening in with… wait, what was I wearing? I looked-

“Eyes straight.”

I tried to look down at my body but couldn’t. My gaze was fixed straight ahead at the movie posters behind the couch.

My partner moved behind me, and I felt a light tug- ah.

So that’s what I was wearing.

“You couldn’t bind my hands behind the rope dress unless I was standing,” I surmised.

“Position hands at lower back,” they ordered in confirmation.

My hands complied, and I felt rope weaving against them, binding them in place.

They finished and moved in front of me. “You look really sexy in that,” they purred.

Before I could retort, they ordered “ETA until shutdown?”

“20 seconds,” I stated. “20 seconds!?” I repeated.

They sat down on the couch. “Here. Sit next to me.”

I sat. “Shouldn’t I be lying down?”

“No, I want to see you flop.”

I groaned. “Of course you do.”

They smirked. “Flopping is sexy.”

“But it’s- Battery depleted. Shutting down.”

I flopped.