"I just wished that if any of the saloon's whores didn't feel truly satisfied after sex, that their partners would be given bodies that would best satisfy their needs."
"What!" Yelped Haruko before she slapped a hand over her own mouth. After checking that her outburst had gone unheard in the deserted alley, she hissed, "So that means Mistress Mandy wasn't satisfied with me?"
Natsuko smiled apologetically. "Sorry."
The other girl reddened but shook her head. "It doesn't matter. What matters is why did I get this body? Does Mistress Mandy have a thing for Japanese androids?"
"Uh, probably not," Natsuko bit her lip. "Now that I think about it, my wish never specified sexual needs. Maybe your current body satisfies some other need. She talked to us like she owned us or something, and we seem to have this compulsion to call her 'mistress' rather than just by her name. I'd count that as a hint."
"So, what would that mean? Are we her robot slaves or something? Does being androids mean we don't have rights?"
"Rights? What're you girls talkin' 'bout?" The voice from overhead made both girls jump.
Looking up, they saw...
