"Lila," said a rich, warm voice behind her. It sent chills down her spine. She turned to see the man she had created to please her striding from the forest. He was a massive wall of a man. Almost seven feet tall and with wide shoulders and large muscles. His skin gleamed a dark golden brown, and a long black braid swung down his back. A leather loincloth was hung low around his narrow hips, and his legs were just as muscled as his arms. Sharp cheekbones and a square jaw were framed with a short black beard. Lila almost panted with lust as he came to stand in front of her, and wondered at the fact that she could smell the delicious musky odor wafting off of him, not comprehending how the the tiny patch stuck to the inside of her nostril could be reproducing such a primal, human smell this accurately.
She sighed when he reached for her and pulled her close. He even felt warm. His lips stroked sparks across her necks and she felt fingers stroking the small of her back. She decided to stop questioning how the technology was over-riding her senses and gave into the virtual sensations. She reached up and ran her fingers over warm skin. As if sensing surrender to the illusion, her binary lover began to murmur poetry to her.