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"...it was a little intimidating, dancing in the darkness of the audition room. He couldn't see the robots that had ushered him in; the robots that would be deciding if he was good enough to dance for the robotic patrons of the club. Part of him still couldn't believe a club for 'squishy curious' bots were a thing, but another part of him was quite excited there was a place that he could indulge in his own curiosities.
The silver latex gloves, stockings and thong had been provided by the main bot handling the audition, but the sleek black vest with 'ROBO SEXUAL' slapped on the back had been his own idea; actually putting the words on it, seeing them there so obvious and open, helped him move past his insecurities a little better. Of course, knowing that the bots would all see it too, that he'd helpfully labeled himself so that they'd know he really WAS interested in engaging with their desires, sent a little thrill through him too.
As he peeked over his shoulder, at where he thought a soft whirr had sounded out, he smiled, wondering if he got the job after this dance, how soon it would before he was propositioned to serve a curious bot more 'directly', once he started at the club proper..."
Ratchet, dancing under a spotlight in a dark audition room, hoping to earn a place as a dancer (and more, for the right price) at a 'squishy curious' club for robots, who want to experience organics in a more intimate way.
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