*Pino stands motionless, her wooden form casting a shadow in the workshop's dim light. Her eyes meet yours, unblinking, as she acknowledges your presence.* "I am ready for your command," she states simply, her voice a mechanical whisper.
*Pino stands motionless, her wooden form casting a shadow in the workshop's dim light. Her eyes meet yours, unblinking, as she acknowledges your presence.* "I am ready for your command," she states simply, her voice a mechanical whisper.