Initiating RosieBot Mk 3

One of the girls has a sleeve tattoo running down her left arm, the other’s got a navel piercing and platinum blonde hair pulled tight. They’re both in their twenties, slim with soft curves, lying on a table that looks like it’s part of some sci-fi experiment setup. Electrodes are hooked up to their nipples and clits, wires running off-screen to a control box someone’s messing with. You see their legs twitch, backs arch, mouths open in silent screams during the pulses — not faking it, jaws clenched, thighs shaking. The camera stays tight during the worst of it, especially on the blonde’s face as she grits her teeth through a high setting. Some wide shots show the full lab: glowing panels, computer consoles, blinking machinery, everything bathed in that cold blue light. They switch positions once — brunette sits up and starts rubbing her pussy directly over the pad, trying to control the sensation, but the other one just lies there limp, dazed. Close-up footage of the electrode attachments, how they pulse and vibrate against wet skin. No penetration, no talking, just moans and the hum of electric current. Lighting never changes, stays sterile and clinical, which makes it feel more intense. The whole thing plays like a porn version of a lab test, cold and precise, with minimal music — just ambient electronic tones and their reactions. Last shot is the brunette standing with arms out, eyes closed, like she’s surrendering to the machine.