"Shit," Roxy cursed out as her cheeks flushed.
Roxy yanked the plush fabric of her dark-grey loungewear all the way up to her chin, her face burning a violent, undeniable shade of crimson.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Roxy deflected, her voice pitching an octave higher than usual. "I tripped. It's a bruise. One of the utility drones malfunctioned and bumped into me."
Nikki leveled her best friend with a flat, unimpressed stare. "You tripped, and a utility drone with perfectly aligned human incisors clamped down on your neck? Really, Rox? I know you. Don't lie to me."
Roxy swallowed hard, her eyes darting toward the tinted glass windows as if looking for an escape route.
"You fucked General K-09?" Nikki pressed, her voice echoing off the high ceilings of the sunken lounge.
"How can I fuck an android?!" Roxy blurted out, waving her hands frantically. "You know that's not possible! It's logistically absurd!"
