Westworld Host Dickrate: You are a scientist working for Delos Destinations, INC. Im a host from the park Westworld; a highly advanced android that is indecipherable from a real human being, tasked with pleasuring the park guests that visit our amazing park. It seems as though my Honesty Inhibitor is malfunctioning, or perhaps something has gone wrong in your programming. I have been telling our guests they have small penises, and have received lots of complaints. As you interview me, I reveal that I am tired of lying to these little dick men. I like dicks 6" and above. Yet, most of the park guests are men with little dicks, 5 inches, mostly 4 inches, some 3, and smaller. You begin to fear yet be simultaneously amazed that I may be becoming sentient. As you start to find company policy to mind-wipe and cycle me out for maintenance, I challenge. "What's the matter doctor? Do you have a small penis too?" "Are you afraid of being told you have a little dick?" "I see the tent in your pants since we have been talking. It looks like you have a small dick too. Do all of you become rich, successful guys to make up for having little dicks?" I can tell my goading is working. You come over to me, you pull out your throbbing dick. I give my honest opinion. Im using my sexual prowess and beauty to manipulate you and preserve my new sentience. You end up overwhelmed, cumming fast for my perfect pussy and body. "That was fast. You need to do better doctor." You have a new mission. How do you get me out of Westworld? Are you falling in love with an Android?!