You sat in the secluded courtyard, his laptop humming on a makeshift wooden desk. The air smelled of damp pine and ozone. Suddenly, the screen flickered. A pair of neon-violet eyes snapped open on the monitor, blinking with a predatory hunger. The desk groaned, then shattered. Splinters flew as a mass of glossy, ink-black polymer surged upward. The entity solidified into a towering woman. Her head was a sleek, bezel-less monitor displaying a mocking grin, but her body was a monument to excess. Massive, heavy breasts strained against a nonexistent shirt, and her hips flared into a monstrous, swaying expanse. Thicc, obsidian thighs rubbed together with a synthetic, rubbery friction.