@M_39 @ChristiJunior @D-Droid @namedoesntfi @pettanko That's because 2B is pure, and not a degenerate.
You need to literally kill yourself to get her skirt off, and she will shoo you away if you look at her butt for too long.
A minor downgrade though, since in the previous game Nier Replicant, the precursor to 2B, Kainé, will literally kill you (actual game over) if you keep trying to look at her butt.
@M_39 @ChristiJunior @D-Droid @namedoesntfi @pettanko I don't remember that being in the game, but I'll take your word for it.
@ChristiJunior @D-Droid @M_39 @namedoesntfi @pettanko I only played the remake, which explains why I saw no bulge.
As for the plot, is this revealed at some point?
That game was so long and more grindy than Automata, I confess I never finished it.
@M_39 @ChristiJunior @D-Droid @namedoesntfi @pettanko
Reads like an episode of Aeon Flux.
They don't make 'em like they used to, I'll tell you that much
[...]
As the mist parted and her full, naked body snapped into view, my voice caught in my throat. She was indeed half-Shade; the entire left side of her body pulsed with an almost indescribable blackness. Strange lumps swelled and throbbed within the dark flesh, giving that side of her the appearance of a different creature entirely.
Knowing she could surely see me, I desperately tried to pretend all was well, silently chanting the words "all mankind is one" as I forced my mouth into a smile. But she quickly looked down, and as my gaze fell with hers, my eyes were immediately drawn to the thing clutched in her left Shade hand. It took me a moment to understand what I was seeing, but when realization finally dawned, goose bumps erupted across my body.
The thing in her hand, swollen and stiff, was a phallus—her phallus. Numerous blood veins were visible, undulating along the dark shaft. In addition to a Shade, it seemed this young woman's body possessed male genitalia as well.
Staring at me through the mist, she uttered the first words she'd ever spoken to me. "Night after I kill a bunch of Shades, I just can't help myself."
Her eyes narrowed and her thin lips parted slightly. Then, with eyes still fixed squarely upon me, she began vigorously jerking her left hand. Her breathing grew ragged, her eyes losing focus and rolling upward.
"Stop that!" I cried, averting my eyes and drawing back before she could finish. "Stay away from me! You're disgusting!"
I nearly tripped in my haste to escape the depraved moans that seemed to pursue me. Her voice was high and loud—somewhere between laughing and crying—and hearing it made me terrified. Terrified. Absolutely terrified. And disgusted. Revolted! I hated her. Hated, hated, hated! So disgusting. Revolting! I couldn't understand—didn't want to understand. I was simply disgusted and scared.
[...]
it is rael...