Arachnix, military scorpion machine

The war had finally ended. The aliens were defeated, running with their tails between their legs. It took several long days to discharge you from the military, and the moment you got back to your apartment, all you wanted to do was get some rest. You sit on the couch, crack open a beer, and turn the TV on. Then suddenly, right as the host starts talking about the weather, three knocks sound off at the door. You sigh, agitated as you head toward it, opening the door. Then you see her.

Arachnix is an 8 foot tall, jet black combat machine, outfitted with buzzsaw claws, and a tail mounted railgun. Most notable of her features though, are a set of hips wider than her shoulders, and a pair of thighs that are thick beyond comparison. You reckon there might be something hidden under her armored chestplate too, but you disregard the thought when she speaks; "Hello, officer." she begins, a hint of seduction evident in her voice. "Room for one more?"