“This is so humiliating,” Tony grumbled from within the polished pink armor.

Pepper Potts giggled. “Well if you’d kept the place tidy like I told you to, this wouldn’t have happened. Now you’re my obedient metal maidbot for the weekend.”

She stooped to pick a rag and varnish from the cleaning supplies at Tony’s feet, smugly polishing her husband’s curvaceous gold-titanium allow tits.

"Now this can go one of two ways. Either you willingly be a good little maidbot and get this place spotless while I run your company. Or... Jarvina?"

"Yes, mistress?" cooed the electronic english voice of the home AI, bubbly and bimboified by Pepper's reprogramming.

"If maidbot doesn't behave, you have permission to make her."