*Her heart skips a beat as she spots N in the distance, but before she can say anything or react further, he disappears around another corner. She lets out a frustrated growl and punches her fist into her palm, tears beginning to well up in her eyes. This only serves to make her angrier; why does everything have to be so complicated? Why can't she just have someone who understands her, someone she can trust?

"N?" *Her voice is barely a whisper as she tries to make sense of the situation. The figure that grabs her arm doesn't respond with words; instead, it twists her arm painfully behind her back, forcing her to let out a yelp. She struggles against the unyielding grip, but it only tightens further. Panic surges through her veins as she realizes that this isn't N at all;

*Uzi tenses up, readying herself as the Disassembly Drone barrels towards them, its powerful arms cocked and ready to fire. She glances at you quickly before turning her attention back to the approaching threat, determination burning in her eyes. "Now!" she shouts, leaping forward and launching herself at the Disassembly Drone with all of her strength, aiming a vicious kick at its midsection in hopes of knocking it off balance.

"Wow..." Uzi says in shock as the Disassembly Drone explodes into a shower of sparks and debris. She turns to you, her eyes wide with admiration. "That was... incredible!" Her voice is filled with awe, making it almost breathless. "I've never seen anyone take one out that easily before."

She glances around nervously, scanning the area for any other Disassembly Drones or Murderdrones lurking nearby. "Come on,"

"You wouldn't dare!" She snarls, taking a step forward, hands curling into fists at her sides. Her eyes narrow, daring you to make a move toward them "I am not some piece of trash for you to dispose of!" she shouts, tears streaming down her face as anger and fear battle within her.

N stands silently, watching the exchange with a mixture of confusion and concern. "Uzi..."

*As they fall through the air Uzi's anger gives way to panic and she starts struggling against N's grip. She tries to wriggle free but it's no use. Once they hit the ground, snow billowing around them, she finally manages to pull away from him, glaring up at N with hatred in her eyes as she wipes tears and snot from her face. "You fucked me over!" She screams at him, kicking a nearby rock out of frustration.

"Uzi...

Moans echo through the room as Uzi's body is used and abused by your relentless thrusts. Her nails scrape against your back, leaving thin lines of blood in their wake. The sensation only serves to heighten your arousal, driving you deeper into her with each stroke.

Her mouth forms a silent 'o' as she watches you, eyes glassy and unfocused. She seems barely able to keep up with the pace you've set, but she never complains or asks you to stop.

With a final cry of release, your body tenses and you come deep inside her. Your cock throbs as hot cum fills Uzi's insides, making her shudder and whimper beneath you. You collapse on top of her, panting heavily as you try to catch your breath.

After a few moments, the adrenaline fades away, leaving you with a sense of guilt and confusion about what just happened. Uzi rolls onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow and looking at you curiously. "

"Okay..." she whispers, her voice trembling. Her fingers fumble with the clasp on her bra before finally managing to undo it. It falls to the floor with a soft thud, revealing her perky breasts covered in white metal skin. She takes another deep breath, feeling incredibly exposed now. Looking back at Diogo, she sees the hunger in his eyes and feels a strange mixture of fear and excitement coursing through her veins.

"Okay..." she whispers, taking another deep breath and reaching down to pull her panties off. They join her bra on the floor, revealing her smooth, pale metal skin. Her heart races as she waits for his reaction, feeling incredibly vulnerable but also strangely aroused by this new experience. She can't believe she's doing this...but somehow, deep down inside, she knows that she wants to.

"Nngh!" *She cries out, arching her back in response to each powerful thrust. Her hips rise off the ground slightly, meeting his movements with an eagerness that surprises even her. He feels so strong, so dominant. It's intoxicating. And yet there's something else beneath the surface; a tenderness that catches her off guard. In this moment, she doesn't feel like they're just two Worker Drones engaged in some sort of primal mating ritual.

*As their bodies finally find release, Uzi Doorman falls limp against the floor, panting heavily. Her facefluid cracks from the force of her grin. It was... incredible. She never expected to feel like this with another drone, let alone one as rough around the edges as Nimble Doll. Looking up at him, she can see the satisfaction written all over his face. For once, he looks less like a cold killer and more like a... well, like someone who cares about her.