Are they the number 3, six or eight version?
So they’d be hot, sexy, complaining, whining hookerbots who bitch about their exploitation. I think this might only appeal to a niche market.
Just one emporium?
I’d like to see branch locations in every shopping mall!
(Of course the mall owners would doubtless veto it, kowtowing to the cabal of screeching suburban bluenoses who don’t want anyone to have any fun.)
I suppose that they would create the same objections as wetware hookers. That is, they would tempt men out of marital fidelity. However, there is isolated legalization of prostitution so this objection is not universal.
They could be built with self-sanitizing mechanisms so as to prevent the spread of STDs, so that eliminates one argument against multiple partners.
There is the slightly more difficult issue of creating an intimate relationship with a machine, and whether it is psychologically healthy to pursue that rather than relationships with people. And until your device has been on the market for a while I suppose there are no experiments to decide one way or the other.
However, this strikes me as basically a super high-tech blowup doll, so maybe the psychological issues aren’t so different.
Can they be programmed to paint my house?
I confess to having felt sorry for these Real_Dolls, so no, I wouldn’t support it.
The primary reason is that the potential patrons are all people who are probably already moving down the road to objectification of other humans. I predict that the behavior/thought process would be severely exacerbated by the experience.
One guy in this documentary talks about his doll as if she wre real (even seems furious that she has to be in his room all the time.)
I have taken the precaution of ensuring that all evidence points towards carnivorousplant as the hookerbot emporium owner & manager.
Similarly, each time I kick Stark in the nuts, I wear a mask and shout “And that’s from Bosda Di’Chi of Tricor, Earth analogue 9380550-c!”
Yes, but you’ll be paying the same rate as for having them realize your most perverted fantasies, which will be a great deal higher than any house painter not named “Michelangelo.” Also, assuming you’re a dude, all your guy friends will mock you.
I was doing an Ice Man job in New Jersey when this went down.
That’s not what the tax receipts, business license, and signatures on the invoices will say.
Incidentally, it’s possible that I may have accidentally peeked at She-Hulk while she showered during my last trip to the marvel universe, so just to be safe I made sure the trans-dimensional trail led to your house. I’m sure you can talk her out of her rage if she comes lookign for you.
I’m picturing that little paper strip in hotel bathrooms reading “Sanitized for your protection.” I’d think the sanitation would have to be pretty extensive – like a whole body autoclave. It might be rough on the aesthetics and sensitive electronics.
The business model might work better for purchase or as porn stars.
“When, through the miracle of virtual reality [or hookerbots], Joe Sixpack can make love to Claudia Schiffer in his rumpus room all day long, it’s gonna make crack look like Sanka.” - Dennis Miller
In other words, no objections. Let me know if you need any startup capital. 
Nah. When they morph from one form to another, all biological material on or within the chassis, down to the virus & prion level, are automatically destroyed. It’s best to stand about five feet away when you initiate the morph sequence though, as Vic Doom found to his horror.
2 suggestions:
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Add blackjack.
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Call it Bender’s
The best argument I’ve ever heard for those is that it keeps certain portions of the population from attempting to have relationships with real women. Apparently, having their breasts torn nearly off, and vagina and anus ripped open, are both moderately common reasons for needing repairs.
… Do their eyes have a “glow red” setting? Because that’s usually a problem. As long as you can find some way to permanently disable it, though, they will then have no way to turn evil, and be perfectly safe.
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I would go see a band called Hookerbot Emporium.
A person of the meanest intelligence knows that I would have nothing to do with women of ill repute whose toaster spines glow in the dark.
Really? She asked me to watch, but I pointed out that I was on the way to a gig in New Jersey and couldn’t dawdle.
Can they pleasure me and paint at the same time!? Now that I would pay for.
And I have vinyl siding.
You plagiarized that joke. Shame on you. 
Sorry for the hijack, but I’m not sure you can handwave this away. On the one hand, you have a being that can pass a Turing Test, and is pleading with you that it has the same hopes and dreams that you do - that sentencing it to a life of sexual slavery is grossly immoral. After all, if it couldn’t talk philosophy, it couldn’t imitate a person, right? Perhaps this conversation can only happen after the image is downloaded, and she’s using the same speech the base source would give, but at some point this conversation is possible.
On the other, you have a greasy Poindexter, breathing hard and saying, “Uh… I took out the sapient chip. No moral concerns what-so-ever. Nope nope nope. I need to go… run some tests now. Yeah. I call this one Trudy.”
When it comes to slavery, I gotta err on the side of caution.
Again, my apologies for the hijack.