Hank powered up his laptop, and logged on to, what he assumed, was

a super-secure trading page.   One which, of course, he wasn't supposed to have access, but anyway...

"COFFEE!"  Hank, without turning around, barked beyond the doorway into whatever adjoining room rovenna was currently occupying.  She cooked, she cleaned, even ironed his gym clothes.  A moment had passed.  Where was that coffee?

The AI unit, running within rovenna's head cavity knew exactly - and certainly better than it's class-based master - at the very second, when to direct the light click of it's almost-four-inch heels.  The boyishly slim, except for the double-d chest area, was wearing a scant tissuey apron over an equally designed skirt.  Unlike a human live-in, rovenna never spilled anything - so the apron, which wouldn't have survived the morning, upon a human's mid section.

Rovenna's visual components were appropriately cast down, her smile was mixed with just the right amount of fear, as the unit, without a sound, set the coffee tray upon the desk, at just the right distance from it's owner's laptop.

"Oh, yer too much rov."  Hank grinned, half giggling.  He rose from his padded seat, reached around, grabbed the unit, sending it's front cranial region to hit the desktop.

After some two-minute later, Hank now relieved and, as if the unit had never been present, turned to the waiting website.  "GO make me a sammich!"  He spoke, staring at the screen.

While the unit had barely enough time to straighten what scanty clothing upon its frame, it did have more than adequate time to record and file the highly dubious trade it's owner was in process of making.

Somewhere, in a place unseen by some 99.99 percent of humans, a very ugly spirit winked at his equally ugly companion.  "Humans..."