I wonder if Alison still does a double take when she sees her reflection or if her old life is so far in the back of her mind that it doesn't register.
The premise is that she has an organic brain inside a synthetic body. The brain would need food, water, and oxygen to survive, but a greatly reduced amount compared to a full human body. These needs would also be regulated and buffered by the synthetic systems. A chemical oxygen generator and CO2 scrubber can be hundreds more efficient natural hemoglobin, allowing her to hold her breath for hours if necessary - although that would be uncomfortable as the brain is accustomed to breathing.
The brain would also still require sleep, although the requirement for the "slow wave" period where they body repairs itself may be reduced. So she may feel suspiciously un-fatigued at times.
A synthetic body would probably need to repair itself though. Think about it, how many times can you bend a usb cable back and forth before it stops working, how long do your clothes last? Anything soft is going to need to be self-healing or it'll turn into dust in a matter of months. And then there's the matter of expendable lubrication.
So I'd imagine she'd have some kind of digestive system and eat small specially prepared supplements. I had an idea for a little story page about this.
For power, she'd probably have to be nuclear. You just can't get enough power density out of chemical batteries and the charge anxiety would be too much. I had an idea where when she's first installed she's on battery power and feels cold and lethargic, then she goes down to the reactor room to have her permanent power supply installed and immediately feels much warmer and energetic.
My favorite parts of this image of Allison (apart from the progression thru the different expressions on her face and how that illustrates the gradual change in her emotional reaction to seeing what she looks like in this Victoria's Secret-worthy expensive-looking bra and panty set) are: the lacy trim around the upper panels on the cups of her bra; and the crease down the middle of the heart-shaped panel at the front of her dainty panties that implies a view of her camel toe!
As she's staring at the water faucet spigot, I can't help hearing her inner voice saying: "Why does everything remind me of him?*"
(my fanfic synopsis for this is that perhaps Torrin has cut her off from their routine sexual encounters and has found interest in a new initiate kept unknown to her (or maybe she is aware). The longer he denies her sexual satisfaction, the more she craves it -- and especially with him. She has tried it with other partners (being that she is, afterall, a succubus designed to be the sexual outlet for others who want it with her), but none of them so completely please her quite like he does. Now, she wanders the empty halls of her palace apartment (more of a very spacious penthouse suite, wherein she's involuntarily cloistered, tormented by the sight of otherwise innocent-looking inanimate objects that her sex-starved mind ever-increasingly sexualizes -- like this inverted water faucet spigot we see in this image. Moments earlier, it was the sudden, and unyieldingly solid, impact of the knob standing at attention at the end of the handrail at the bottom of the staircase -- said handrail that she rode down quite unladylike, lasciviously lubricating its woody length with the juices from her pantiless, and now always moist pussy. Moments from now, it'll be the handle of the exquisitely ornate hairbrush that she retrieves from her vanity drawer to straighten her hair that really doesn't need to be straightened, but she's compelled to do so anyhow in her mad desperation to get those invasive thoughts out of her head -- but to no avail, because they just latch onto the handle of that hairbrush
And so on like this for all the hours of the day and night...
When will Torrin at long last show mercy and free her from this torturous and constant torment she can only just endure and finally give her the epic fucking that she's gone so very long without?
