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Helen grumbled as she performed another twirl, shaking her hips with every step of her mechanical feet. It would seem the prosthetic replacements had a few programming flaws. The moment they were installed, she became stuck under their control. They dressed her in this ridiculous bikini and have forced her to dance like some harem slut for the last two hours. Her only hope would be if someone came in and remotely deactivated the limbs' programming or... she'd have to wait for the energy cells to run out. Which would only take... 16 more hours... luckily they were on a partial charge.

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