She was an Angel that much was certain, but she moved with a flowing grace no Angel could hope to duplicate. She seemed oddly out of place in a convention where the newest and most advanced robots and androids were on display for the public and potential corporate buyers. Many of the male gawkers thought she was a Cybertron Robotics demo model until one drunken fool grabbed her by the shoulder. “How ‘bout a massage, baby,” he said barely able to stand. The Cybertron booth had Angel Person Companion Androids giving free massages, and the drunken conventioneer made the mistake of thinking this particular Angel was part of the Cybertron Robotics display.
Candy reached up and grabbed the man’s hand and pulled it from her shoulder twisting it at the same time; a second later the man was on his knees before her. Candy applied just enough pressure to the man’s hand to keep him on his knees but not enough to really hurt him. “I’m not a demonstration model,” she said both soothingly and forcefully at the same time then she released him. Some of the people at the convention tended to stay out of her way after that.