Purple Heart

It was easy to tell when Suzaku was in a certain mood. If he wanted to fuck one of his service gynoids, he'd just go and fuck them -- they all encouraged him to take advantage of the fact there were no downsides to surprising one of them with his cock anywhere he wanted to put it. But today, not only had he requested they all wear some very short and cleavage-y maid outfits (which usually meant they'd be changing costumes a couple of times at least), but he was sitting beside Neptune and lazily fondling her tit, a clear sign he was much more interested in humping than holes today and just pondering how selfish he wanted to be.

"You know, we can adjust our own feedback levels," she told him. "Especially from our skin. Just because you're not interested in giving today doesn't have to mean you won't see our O-faces too~"