Reminds me of one of my final projects for my last Japanese course in college.
We were tasked with translating a couple of short stories to English. One of the stories was about a beautiful female robot bartender, who was built by the owner as a sneaky way of making some extra money.
The drinks people bought for the beautiful robot were stored in the legs, and then re-served to the patrons later so the owner could basically sell the drinks twice. Eventually, a very amorous man came and bought the robot many drinks, but got angry at the empty, mechanical platitudes the robot woman offered. He left and returned with a poison, which he served to the robot, who happily drank it.
Later that night a silence descended on the bar, as one by one every patron fell unconscious and died.
