The mechavalet paused behind the woman's back. Sixteen rubber-tipped metal tentacles reached out.
The machine normally undressed a person with smoothness and gentleness. This time the house made it operate as roughly as possible.
The sixteen tentacles moved swiftly and the machine tore the woman's dress to shreds before she could even scream. By the time she turned around, it had removed her slip and brassiere.
Her dress was torn to shreds.
The woman screamed even more shrilly as the weird machine tugged at her panties. Frantically, she grabbed the slender tentacles and twisted them until rewarded by the crunch of delicate mechanisms not meant for such rough treatment.
The machine served its purpose until its last metal arm was broken.
The house watched as the woman cried for a few minutes and then, clad only in high-heel shoes and wristwatch, continued her search of the bedroom.