[The striking contrast of his piercings—smooth, unyielding metal where it shouldn't be—is such a new experience, so unfamiliar and strange that she almost chases after it when he pulls away, curiosity overpowering common sense. Catching herself at the last second, Lys settles for swallowing hard and nodding, hyperaware of the heat burning in her flushed face.]

Y-Yeah... [Inhale, exhale. Her voice steadies.] Yeah. That's just how they are.

[The robots are still staring, shiny faceplates reflecting identical expectant smiles. One of them actually approaches, offering to show them to a private room—something that makes Lys blush harder even as she pointedly doesn't reply to them. Or look at them.]

Ah..."eros energy" is supposed to restore the island. Fix it up, add new things. And these guys...are really into encouraging that.