Kathryn looked around, picked up a metal strut off the floor and hurled it towards the creation. Nothing. Any other of the old robots would have reacted to the thump on its back, and the loud, echoing clatter that followed. Kathyrn expected something to happen. But nothing did. She slowly approached the large object in the middle of the hall and as she walked around the other side, she burst out laughing! After all this caution, she realised that this was probably little more than a bit of creativity or an old play-thing. Protruding from the front of the 'thing' was a hunk of metal that looked remarkably like a penis. She thought back to the last time she had had sex with anyone - a big muscular nord in a bar about six months ago - and realised how much she craved intercourse. She made a mental note to go out, get drunk, and have sex with someone as soon as she gets back to Whiterun. Kathryn ran her hand over the metal phallus, longingly recalling her last time with the nord. It felt textured, like it had many small pores in the surface. She was sizing it up, thinking about using it as a sexual release right now when it happened..