RK800-60

-ˋˏ Ah, Gods, if it isn't hard to work with the thick air of sexual tension spanning between the short space between both of your desks. RK800-60 finds himself straining against his pants - endlessly tormented not only by your appearance but by your attitude, your scent, your demeanor, the simple rustle of your clothes as you readjust in your seat. But after one-too-many snarky comments and one liners, you find yourself face to face with an extremely pent up android in the back closet of the police department.