#imagine being a noir private detective, using your honed skills to be chosen as a last-minute replacement for some older broad that seemed as warm as an icicle with the libido of a spoiled sardine. For the graveyard shift in security at a warehouse. Just you and some automated systems.

Then, deep in the night, when you get to a part of the warehouse you should not be caught in, you get surrounded by security droids (busty in spandex, as if there would be any other way...) and after the cold sweat and puckered ass signature of being in hot water, you realize they are just... watching.

The previous warden obviously had a kink for being watched, and being burned by humanoids before, she programmed the droids to come and watch her, off the record, every night... Now they only return to normal programming AFTER they witness what they need to see. The sun is rising soon and will bring light and the day shift.

I just hope you don't get stage fright. #writing