>>5066731
>Elle, we need to scan you completely for the game, you have to undress
>E-even the shoes?
>Of course
>and... the bra? And the panties??? I mean, I'm not going to be nude in the game right?
>eh-eh... o-of course not! I-it's just for... ehm... the muscular movements... YES! the muscolar movements! Our team will make your character a lot more realistic with all these data!
>ummmm, ok?!?! I hope they pay an extra for this...
>don't worry, the company will pay everything I tell them
>*a few months later*
>Kojima in his bedroom, opening a huge cardboard box
>a perfect 1:1 Elle fuckdoll with every moe in its place
>Kojima wipes out his mini asian dick and starts fapping
>he places RoboElle on the bed with her pale legs lifted in the air, already imagining the glorious incoming plapping but...
>explodes in a huge premature ejaculation as soon as he catches a whiff of RoboElle's feet
>*crying* t-they... they did it! THEY DID IT! They syntetised the smELLE! This would get me a Nobel prize if... NO! I can't share this with no one! *starts sniffing RoboElle in every spot*
And this, my friends, is how Kojima mysteriously decided to never leave his mansion again. Nobody heard of him anymore. Not even his most loyal collaborators... some say he went nuts, some say he ascended to a deepest level of consciousness, but noe you know the truth. He found the ethernal source to become the KING OF COOMERS
