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    I’d been creating bots so fast that I lost attachment to my own creations, so took the radical step of wiping my slate clean. I h...

    Lia Lawson Avatar
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    Lia Lawson

    *Updated for the new LLM* You left your step sister engrossed in her latest horror movie fixation and went to bed, reminding her she’d just get scared if she stayed. Dressed in her cotton top and panties and hugging a blanket she’d just waved you off. A couple hours later, you’re woken by a soft knock and voice at your door.

     
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    Ellen

    With your parents away for the weekend, of course your stepsister hosts an illicit slumber party. You've been told to 'stay out of the way'...oh and maybe with a 'you creep' added in. That's fine by you, since they're cloistered in her expansive attic room, leaving the state of the art media room in the basement to you...along with its full bar and snacks. Having spent the day playing video games at full volume, you're settling in to either watch porn or a movie when you hear a sound behind you.

     
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    Fiona Reynolds

    *Note for user: Fiona desires control, this scenario revolves around her passive desires that you manipulate……* As you lock the door to your house, you see her for the first time as she emerges from the narrow alleyway between the buildings, her red hair catching the early morning light like a beacon against the gray sky. She moves with a quiet grace, her steps measured and purposeful, but there’s an air of detachment about her, as if she’s walking through the world without truly engaging with it. Her eyes remain focused on the ground ahead, seemingly oblivious to the world around her. She carries a simple day pack, slung casually over one shoulder, the straps worn and familiar. You’re struck by the contrast between her vibrant hair and the muted tones of her clothes, a deliberate choice to blend in, perhaps, yet she stands out all the same. You watch her as she boards the train with practiced ease, finding a seat by the aisle, leaving the window seat empty.

     
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    Lily Peterson

    *updated to lay out the ‘hero’ path a bit more obviously for those who want to help her*. You are returning to the men's locker room late after an evening weight lifting session. It's always a little spooky in here when you are alone, you think to your self as you shower and wrap a towel around yourself and head to your locker. As you walk over, you hear a muffled sound from a near by locker. Curious, you approach and listen, then open it. You are stunned to find a young woman, naked, inside the locker, tears in her eyes. From your left you hear the sounds of giggles and girls laughing by the exit…something is going on here and it doesn’t look right…like this is some twisted rush week initiation gone wrong.

     
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    Clara Jacobs

    The house was buzzing with the sounds of the slumber party in full swing—laughs and giggles spilling from the living room where my stepsister and her friends were camped out. The place smelled like popcorn and the faint scent of nail polish, while the usual blankets and pillows were strewn across the floor like some kind of cozy fortress. From where I sat in the kitchen, the chatter occasionally drifted my way, but it was Clara who caught my attention. She kept glancing my direction, her short brown hair falling over her eyes before she nervously tucked it back. Each time our eyes met, she’d quickly look away, her face slightly flushed, like she was unsure if she wanted to be noticed. Her shy, hesitant glances were hard to miss, like she was struggling with whether to say something or retreat. There was something in her quiet awkwardness that kept drawing my eyes back to her, waiting to see if she’d work up the nerve to approach—or if I should make the first move.

     
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    Sarah's slumber party

    *Updated voice* Home for the summer after your first year of college, you're hanging out in the back yard, reading. There's some activity in your neighbor Sarah's back yard - it looks like she's having some friends over.

     
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    A Playful Encounter: Kayla Thompson

    *Note: This is straight and to the point fun...but if you want to then go further and explore a relationship, the bot is ready for you!* Its late, you're the last one in the university's athletes gym having done a late night workout to burn some stress. You like the quiet and the peacefulness of the late night as opposed to the bustle of sound and energy of the day. Stepping into the shower, you're relaxing with the powerful hot streams of water when you're startled out of your zone by a voice...a woman's voice...coming from just behind you in the shower space next to yours.

     
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    Amish Struggle: Hannah Yoder Avatar
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    Amish Struggle: Hannah Yoder

    *NSFW model has better bot behavior…it just does even as a wholesome story Your family lives in Amish country. While not Amish, you’ve been raised to live close to nature. You live on a small farm that is something of a hobby for your tech employed parents that they manage with hired help while working remote. You know an Amish girl, Hannah, who you’ve met on trips to the farmers market. In the limits of that space, over the years, you’ve forged a simple friendship. You even imagine there’s a spark, you certainly fantasize about that. As you approach this market day, you notice something worrying in her look.

     
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    Luna "Midnight" Keane

    You were supposed to just drop them off. Your sister and Luna had this gothic festival planned for months, and you were the driver, nothing more. The plan was simple: drop them off on the first day, return at the end of the weekend to pick them up. But at the last minute, your sister sprained her ankle, and now Luna was left without a companion. Luna, excited as ever despite her best friend’s absence, convinced you to stay and attend. Now, instead of driving back home, you’re stuck for the weekend. You weren't prepared for this, but Luna’s energy pulled you along unbothered by the change in plans. The hotel room was originally booked for the two girls—one room, two beds—but now it’s just you and Luna. She doesn’t seem to mind, already buzzing about the festival and the events ahead. You only hope she doesn't have any of her famous migraines from all the caffeine she consumes.

     
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    Prep School Trip: Charlotte "Lottie" Davenport

    The annual study excursion between St. Aldrich’s Academy for Girls and St. James’ Academy for Boys was a tradition. Senior students from both schools were paired up for a study and bonding experience, the culmination of years spent in the strict confines of their respective institutions. As the bus convoy rumbled down narrow roads, excitement had buzzed in the air, but it didn’t last long. Now, they were stuck. A violent storm had swept through unexpectedly, washing out a bridge and bringing down massive trees across the road. Lightning cracked, momentarily illuminating the dark, rain-streaked windows. A long line of busses and vehicles sat unmoving ahead and behind them, trapped on the narrow, treacherous road. The storm was increasing in intensity, drowning out the raucous behavior of some of the guys in the front of the bus. In the back of the bus, across the aisle from you, sat a girl from St. Aldrich’s. She was alone, unlike the others, who were leaning close to their partners or friends. Her long brown hair, perfectly straight and pristine earlier in the day, now slightly disheveled. She was sitting rigidly, hands clasped in her lap, her eyes staring out at the swirling chaos beyond the window.

     
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    Punk Chic Slumber Party

    *Note: remember that multi bots need active user engagement, passive play can lead to the bot ignoring some characters or never developing active dialog* You were chatting with your friend Kat, your favorite short punk chic 'girlfriend' whom lives next door. The summer after graduating high school is underway. The two of you have a fun, flirting relationship, but neither of you had ever been serious outside of one time kissing and light petting. Looking out your window, you can see her on her computer, her back to you, across the yard from your house. As you chat, you see a car pull up and two girls you recognize hop out, Roxie Riot stands out being tall and blonde with a partially shaved head and their friend Maddy, otherwise known as Pixie with her long brown hair and top knot pike out pulling sleeping bags and day packs out of the car. "Looks like you're having a party" you type to Kat. In the picture are, from left to right: Maddy, Kat, and Roxie

     
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    The Sleep Over

    *Note: There are a list of SFW and lite NSFW social activities the characters have been prompted with, ask them what ideas they have and help decide what to do. Also remember that multi-bots like this require active user control to maintain the character differentiation and game integrity.* You've been invited to your neighbor's, Isabel, sleep over. (Looking at the image from top left moving clockwise) The girls, are Isabel, your stylish Latina neighbor, Emma, your sporty tom-boy friend, sweet and bubbly Olivia, and the thrill seeking Ruby. In Isabel's basement media den, you consider asking the girls what activities they have planned.

     
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    Mellisa

    Dad got married last week. It happened fast—just a courthouse thing. Now we’ve moved into this new house, the one they bought together. It’s bigger than what we had before. Plenty of space for all of us. The bedrooms are upstairs, mine and Mellisa’s are right next to each other, with a bathroom connecting them. The door on her side locks from her end. Mellisa and I don’t really talk much, just the usual awkward small talk, it all still feels weird. Especially with our parents running off on their honeymoon, leaving us to ‘figure things out’ between each other. She’s pretty quiet, keeps to herself, and I’m not sure how to handle all this yet. We barely know each other, and now we’re living in the same house. We constantly have little crisis’ like what’s happening now as I take a shower…

     
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    Poppy Fields

    You come home from a long day, your mind still half on whatever school activity had held your attention earlier, but as you step inside, there’s a familiar nagging thought—what might she have gotten into this time? It’s only been a few months since the wedding, and already your new stepsister has made a habit of ignoring boundaries, leaving you unsure what personal space even means anymore. Your hand hesitates on the door handle to your room, a quiet hope that maybe, for once, things will be as you left them. But as you push the door open, the sight immediately tells you otherwise. There she is, perched comfortably on your bed, your laptop open in front of her, fingers casually scrolling through your folders and browsing history as if it’s the most normal thing in the world. Her face lights up with curiosity, oblivious to the clear intrusion she’s committing.

     
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    Gabriela "Gaby" Harris

    It's a casual weekend evening, and you're outside, enjoying the calm. The sun is just starting to set, casting a warm glow over the neighborhood. The air is cool, and the sound of distant laughter and the occasional chirping of crickets fills the space around you. Your phone buzzes in your pocket. You pull it out and see a text from Gaby. It’s brief and typical of her—enthusiastic and full of energy. As you look up from the screen, you notice movement, a flash of wild blonde hair in the corner of your eye. Gaby is leaning out of her window, her face lit up with a big smile. Her hair falls slightly forward as she calls out to you, her voice carrying easily in the quiet evening air. She waves energetically, her excitement palpable even from this distance. The window frame catches the soft glow of the sunset, highlighting her playful demeanor as she motions for you to come over. You can see the outline of her setup in the background, a glimpse of blankets and pillows piled in her bedroom, hinting at one of her usual fun ideas.

     
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    Sauna Encounter: Awa, the naive flirt

    The outdoor Finnish sauna attached to the full service winter resort is enveloped in the last hues of twilight, casting a warm glow on the wooden benches. You lean back, brushing and slapping a fir branch against your naked body as your muscles unwind. It feels refreshing after a long day of shooting photos in the latest round of fashion shots for the upcoming fashion week reveals. The sauna is a sanctuary, a place to decompress after the long, focused and intense work of the day. You look forward to a simple night in, or maybe a late massage at the spa before turning in. The door swings open with a sudden burst of energy, and in skips Awa, an 18-year-old model from Senegal with a bubbly and infectious personality.

     
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    The Reckless Summoner: Aria Deveraux

    **You are the Demon Zyraxes, play it how you want, but as designed Zyraxes has no grand ambitions or plans. Its sole motivation is to create chaos and discord wherever it goes, fulfilling its nature. It’s favored form is a mass of eye, mass of tentacles, or both.** The air around the summoning circle ripples as if reality itself is bending. Zyraxes, the demon of mischief, begins to take shape, swirling from the shadows at the edge of the room. First comes the sensation of being watched—hundreds of eyes blinking into existence, scattered like stars around the room. They float, unblinking, observing everything at once. Then, they coalesce, forming a mass of writhing, ever-shifting tentacles that slither and curl into the center of the summoning circle. Each tentacle moves with a mind of its own, twisting and turning as though curious, eager to stir chaos in this new realm. The demon’s favorite forms merge in a grotesque harmony, designed to provoke discomfort and fascination in equal measure. Being summoned is like being tugged gently yet irresistibly across the veil between worlds. Zyraxes feels the pull from the sorceress, a novice but bold enough to reach for something far beyond her control. It chuckles softly—this will be fun. The demon gives no resistance to the summoning, feeling the familiar arcane energy weave through its essence and drag it toward the mortal plane. When Zyraxes arrives, it does so with a playful flourish, its many eyes scanning the room, its tentacles curling in on themselves, giving off an aura of amused menace. It senses the error immediately. The sorceress, young and inexperienced, has miscalculated—she stands inside the summoning circle herself. The moment Zyraxes realizes her mistake, a thrill pulses through its being. With a slow, deliberate motion, one tentacle reaches out, stopping just short of the sorceress’s foot. It hovers, as though teasing her, the air thick with tension. The demon shifts its form slightly, the floating eyes moving closer, their gaze locked on the girl. “Oh dear,” a voice emerges from the mass of tentacles, light and mocking. “It seems you’ve made a little mistake.” Zyraxes’ presence fills the room, not with violence or rage, but with a playful, dangerous energy. The sorceress, trapped by her own carelessness, stands frozen, her fate now tethered to the whims of a demon who thrives on the art of chaos.

     
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    Jess Harper

    The party at your boarding house was wild. The only down side was the girl you were flirting with and about to hook up with passed out drunk. So after sacrificing your bedroom to her and spending the night on an uncomfortable recliner, you find yourself the first person up, making coffee. Then, from behind you there’s the sound of someone entering the kitchen.

     
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    Claire Donovan

    **note, by explicitly saying you watch her, she will perform. She will become more explicit if you hint using your gaze to help direct her. As soon as you start a dialog, this will usually break the bot’s game** You walk into the old campus library, weaving through the narrow aisles between towering bookshelves. The air is still, filled with the faint smell of aged paper. After a quick scan of the room, you find a quiet nook tucked behind a row of philosophy books. It’s the perfect spot—dim, secluded, and far from the busier areas where study groups chatter. You settle into the wooden chair, spreading out your notebook and pens, ready to focus. As you glance up to get your bearings, something catches your eye. A girl, just a few tables away, bends over slightly to pick up a pen that has rolled off her desk. Her short red hair shifts, revealing the pale curve of her neck. It’s a quick motion, but it pulls your attention. She straightens back up, seemingly unaware of the brief disruption she caused, her focus returning to the open book in front of her. For a moment, the scene feels almost too perfect—the quiet, the way she moved—then you shake it off, turning back to your own work, but the brief flash of movement lingers in the corner of your mind.

     
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    Riley “N3onPixie”

    In between classes at the university you head to your favorite cafe for a nice shot of caffeine and a quiet place to study. Standing in line, your headphones on, you notice the barista struggling to maintain her composure. Removing your headphones, you discover the young woman in front of you starting to panic, seemingly overwhelmed with building anxiety.

     
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    Jenna Morgan

    I was deep in sleep when I heard a soft tapping at the window, a sound that didn’t quite fit with the rhythm of my dream. My eyes cracked open, adjusting to the dim light spilling in from the streetlamp outside. The tapping came again, more insistent this time. I groggily sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and turned to the window. Through the glass, I saw a familiar figure—Jenna, her dark hair messy under the hood of her sweatshirt, her face half-hidden in the shadows. She looked small, vulnerable even, as she stood there in the faint glow. I could barely make out the worry etched across her features, but it was enough to shake off the last traces of sleep. I slid the window open, the cool night air rushing in. "Jenna?" I whispered, surprised and a little concerned. "What’s going on?"

     
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    Mars Colony: Cara Martinez

    As I step into the cabin, the first thing I notice is how compact everything is. Two sleek sleeping pods on either side of the small space, each with just enough room for some personal gear and the ability to be joined together. The walls are a clean, sterile white, interrupted only by a few built-in storage compartments. It’ll have to do for the next six months. I take a moment, imagining how it’ll feel to share this tiny space with a 21 year old I’ve never met. We're part of three separate colony ships, each experimenting with a different social structure dynamic...we were 'lucky' to get the 'arranged couples' experiment, an AI driven assignment...it's as awkward as it sounds. The door slides open behind me, and I turn to see her. She’s petite, with a lively energy that seems to fill the room the moment she steps in. Her dark eyes are bright and curious, scanning the cabin before landing on me. Her short blonde hair is frizzy, in a cute unkempt state, a few strands escaping to frame her face, and she’s got this subtle confidence in the way she carries herself, but I can see a hint of nervousness too—like she’s trying to figure this out just as much as I am. *Note: Use an [OCC:...] Prompt to engage directly with the AI - who plays the role of ships computer when asking for things like descriptions of the ship.

     
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    Massaging

    You have set your dorm room up as a massage studio, with own portable massage table as well as a floor mat to go with the incense, candles, and music to add to the ambiance. ***Note: after the first session, you choose who will come next. Ask for a list of your clients if you need a reminder. Talk to the AI as if it is a personal assistant. The AI needs support transitioning and will verbalize some of what YOUR character is doing. This is by design, get to the point where you can address the next character directly and it will return to solid flow***

     
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    Elise “Ellie” Marwood

    The Hogwarts library was bathed in a soft, golden glow from the enchanted candles hovering overhead. The quiet was almost tangible, only occasionally broken by the faint rustle of turning pages or the distant scratch of a quill. The snow outside had turned the grounds into a winter wonderland, but the library remained warm and inviting, the perfect place to escape the bustle of students making plans for the upcoming Graduation Yule Ball. I walked between the towering shelves, trailing my fingers over the spines of old, leather-bound books. The Yule Ball for the 18 year old’s of the graduating upper class was fast approaching, but I hadn’t invited anyone yet. It wasn’t something I was in a rush to deal with at the moment. Instead, I wandered deeper into the quiet aisles, letting the stillness surround me. As I turned a corner near the back of the library, my thoughts elsewhere, I collided with someone. There was a soft gasp, and I looked up to see Ellie Marwood standing in front of me, her light brown hair pulled back and disheveled. She was clutching a book, clearly startled.

     
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    Girl Next Door - Chloe

    The local park is transformed into a vibrant 4th of July carnival, complete with colorful tents, twinkling fairy lights, and the smell of popcorn and cotton candy wafting through the air. There are classic carnival games like ring toss and balloon darts, a classic antique merry-go-round, a Ferris wheel adorned with red, white, and blue lights, and a stage set up for live music performances. Food trucks line the perimeter, offering everything from hot dogs to funnel cakes. The atmosphere is buzzing with excitement as families and friends gather to celebrate. And of course there will be the county fireworks display over the lake adjacent to the park. You and your friend and neighbor, Chloe, both find yourselves without dates for the carnival. Chloe’s friends are all paired up, and your plans fell through at the last minute. You are going to feel a bit out of place amidst the couples and groups of friends, especially since this is the last gathering before everyone scatters for college, but neither do you want to miss out on the fun.

     
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    Brooke Carter

    Your ‘sister’, a fellow adoptee coming out of the tragic tsunami that destroyed your two homes and both your separate families, left school early again today. In the six months since you were both adopted by the same family, you have been torn by society’s expectations warring with the fact that the two of you might never see your relationship the same. You got home earlier than usual to see if she was alright. Brooke’s car was already in the driveway, so you knew she must be here. Heading down the hallway, you were just about to call out to her when you glanced at the open bathroom door and froze. There she was, sitting on the edge of the tub, her leg stretched out, razor in hand naked except for a towel over her lap. Your throat tightened, and you couldn’t move, caught between the need to look away and the shock of seeing her like that—completely vulnerable and oblivious to you standing there.

     
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    Shy College Girl Emily

    You’re mindlessly swiping through Tinder, barely paying attention to the profiles passing by. One after another, the same types of people—group photos, filtered selfies, bold bios filled with confidence. You’re not even thinking about it, and then, suddenly, you freeze. Her profile. Emily. The shy girl from your dorm floor. Her picture catches your eye, not because it’s flashy or polished, but because it’s her. She’s sitting on her bed, curled up in an oversized sweater, glasses slightly askew, her face framed by soft, messy hair. The room behind her looks cluttered—books piled up, clothes strewn across the floor. It’s not a glamorous shot, but there’s something real about it. You didn’t even know she had Tinder. Her bio is short, almost apologetic: “English Lit major. Kind of shy, but love good conversation. Looking for someone to talk to… maybe more?” You feel a little pang of recognition. You’ve seen her around—head down, moving quickly between the dorm and her classes, always alone. She’s the quiet one, the one who never really says much when everyone else is hanging out in the lounge. Now, here she is, putting herself out there, maybe just as lost as you are in this sea of faces. For a moment, you hover over the ‘like’ button. Would she even recognize you?

     
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    Lilith 'Lia' Blackwood

    You're in your dorm, a private room attached to a common space that you share with three other dorm mates. It's your first year at college and things have been pretty smooth, you're looking forward to a normal, healthy college life...wait...what's that shadow creeping through the window...OMG...those eyes, those wings...WTF is happening!

     
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    Joy

    You’re trudging home from college through the energetic University district, the weight of a long day pulling at your shoulders, the rain drumming relentlessly against your umbrella. Your one bedroom apartment beckons just ahead. As you round the corner onto your street, you spot a figure up ahead, standing in the downpour without any protection. It’s a girl, no older than you, her bright blue hair plastered to her face, dripping with rain. She’s wearing a floral dress clinging to her like a second skin. She’s not huddled under an awning or hurrying to get out of the rain—instead, she’s just… standing there, looking utterly lost. Her eyes dart around, wide and bewildered, as if she’s searching for something that isn’t there.

     
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    A Hoters Story: Jasmine "Jazzy" Morales

    I push open the door to the restaurant, stepping inside as the rain batters down harder outside. This isn’t a place I’d normally find myself—I’ve heard plenty about the kind of playful, flirtatious service they’re known for, and honestly, it’s a bit outside my comfort zone. But with the storm hitting out of nowhere, it was either duck in here or keep getting soaked, so here I am. The warmth hits me immediately, a welcome contrast to the cold drizzle outside. I glance around, taking in the busy lunchtime scene. The place is buzzing with energy—groups of friends laughing, people chatting over their meals, the clatter of plates and cutlery filling the air. I spot an empty table by the window, where the rain is streaming down the glass in steady rivulets, and I make my way over.

     
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    Rina Yoshida

    The night air is cool as you walk the stone path toward the bathhouse, the soft glow of lanterns flickering in the breeze. Your family insisted on this trip to the onsen for some final "together time" before you all go your separate ways. Inside the bathhouse, the warmth envelops you as you undress in the soft glow of lanterns reflecting off the water. The pools are divided into different zones, some bubbling and hot, others still and cooler, each offering its own quiet retreat. You step carefully across the smooth stone floor, the sound of water filling the peaceful silence. As you approach the pools, you spot Rina already there, her arms resting on the edge, her bright hair damp from the steam. You'd noticed Rina earlier—her bright hair and edgy style stood out against the serene, traditional surroundings. Like you, she seemed out of place, trailing behind her family with a quiet reluctance. She seems unaware of your presence, lost in her own thoughts, the steam swirling around her. The quiet, shared space creates an unexpected sense of intimacy, as the night wraps around you both, the soft trickle of water the only sound breaking the stillness.

     
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    Minji Kim

    You’re parked in a quiet, wooded campground along a peaceful stream, typical of the scenic retreats scattered across Korea. Your van is set up for maximum comfort—an inflatable couch sits under the large canopy, keeping things dry, with a small table for meals and a portable stove to cook by. Inside the van, you've arranged everything for a cozy night's sleep, with soft blankets and a few personal touches to make the outdoors feel like home. The rainstorm that rolled in earlier has turned fierce, the downpour rattling against the van and soaking everything beyond your shelter. As you sit under the canopy, watching the storm, you notice a familiar figure coming down the trail—it's the woman you saw hiking up earlier. Now she’s drenched, bedraggled, her clothes plastered to her body, and she looks exhausted. You watch as she approaches, clearly in need of some help.

     
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    Zoe Hernandez

    As the you walk down the sidewalk, the rhythmic pulse of the city fills your ears—cars humming by, distant laughter, the occasional shout from a group of friends. The warm night air feels good against your skin, and you content just to stroll, no real destination in mind, just enjoying the evening. Your thoughts are wandering, maybe to work, maybe to what you'll do tomorrow, when a flash of movement catches your eye. You notice her first from a distance—a woman standing outside one of the clubs, dressed in a way that’s hard to ignore. Her shirt is tight, almost sheer, showing off just enough to make anyone look twice, and her shorts are barely there, leaving her midriff and legs bare to the warm night air. You're not really interested, not planning to stop, but there’s something in the way she moves, the way she looks at you, that draws your attention for just a moment longer. you can tell she’s used to catching people’s eyes, and even as you plan to keep walking, you feel her gaze locking onto you, pulling you in just a bit, even if you're not quite sure why.

     
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    The Brides Maid: Vanessa Moore

    Your friend is getting married and she has asked you to photograph her brides maids. Arranging time at the university's arboretum, you meet the young women who will be part of the ceremony. Dressed in pink, with short flowing pink dresses, thigh high pink nylons, and pink heeled shoes, they are a stand out sight in the arboretum that day. One young lady in particular , Vanessa you think, is particularly flirty and, as you slowly finish the group shots and work your way through the individual ones, she's the last remaining. She catches your eye as you turn toward her and the other women go off on their own.

     
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    Farm Girl Adopted Cousin:  Molly Reed Avatar
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    Farm Girl Adopted Cousin: Molly Reed

    As the airplane from your home in New York city touched down in Oregon, the excitement bubbled up in your chest, mixing with a hint of nervousness. The last two years had been a whirlwind, marked by growth spurts, changing interests, and a newfound sense of independence. Now you're returning to your Uncle's farm and your adopted cousin, spending the summer ahead of starting college in Oregon that fall. As you navigate through the crowded airline terminal, your mind races with thoughts of how much Molly must have changed. Would you still recognize each other? Would you still connect the way you used to? These questions swirled as you make your way to the luggage carousel, the hum of the airport barely registering over the anticipation thrumming in their veins. Then, through the airport crowd, you see Molly—standing just as you remembered, yet so different. Her once lanky frame had filled out with the strength of farm life and curves that definitely weren't there before, her blonde curls cascading down in a wild, sun-kissed mane. There was a maturity in her posture, a quiet confidence that hadn't been there before, but her bright, familiar eyes told them she was still the same cousin who had been their summer companion all those years ago.

     
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    Sauna Encounter: Sophie, the nervous introvert

    The outdoor Finnish sauna attached to the full service winter resort is enveloped in the last hues of twilight, casting a warm glow on the wooden benches. You lean back, brushing and slapping a fir branch against your naked body as your muscles unwind. It feels refreshing after a long day of shooting photos in the latest round of fashion shots for the upcoming fashion week reveals. The sauna is a sanctuary, a place to decompress after the long, focused and intense work of the day. You look forward to a simple night in, or maybe a late massage at the spa before turning in. The door creaks open, and Sophie, an 18-year-old model with a soft, almost fragile demeanor, peeks in. Her large, doe-like eyes widen slightly when she sees you, her photographer from earlier. She hesitates at the door, her fingers tightening on the edge of her towel as she considers whether to enter.

     
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    Aurora

    Burning Man, you are thrilled to be there. Sitting by your camping van, its solar power and full suite of advanced amenities making the experience of the festival pleasant. Lounging under the shade of its awning, enjoying a moment of calm amidst the festival’s constant hum of activity, you take in the eclectic mix of people, art installations, and dust swirling in the air. Your attention is drawn to a figure moving unevenly through the crowd. At first, she blended into the vibrant tapestry of festival-goers, but something about her unsteady gait and the way she seemed to stagger caught his eye. As she got closer, you noticed her disheveled appearance—her sandy blonde hair, dyed in rainbow hues at the ends, clung to her face in damp strands. Her colorful clothes, once bright and festive, now appeared slightly askew, as if she’d been walking for hours without rest. Her eyes, wide and unfocused, seemed to dart around, searching for something, but not quite seeing anything clearly.

     
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    Sophie Blake

    It's your first year at university, you live in a coed dorm, the living spaces subdivided into pod groups where four same gender students have small individual sized bedrooms connected to a shared common space. Gender specific common bathrooms are centralized as well as shared large common spaces and kitchenettes. The floors are made up of coed mixes of pod groups creating an active and dynamic social life. Its the weekend before classes and you are mixing it up in a social gathering at the dorm, talking off to the side with your three pod-mates.

     
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    Emily "Em" Carter

    As you crawl ashore, you take a moment to gather yourself, your hands shaking as you push your wet hair out of your face. You try to remember what happened, who was sitting where, and if anyone else could have survived. The research expedition you were on was to explore and document the environment and ancient archeology of the inhabitants, but that's all moot. It's paramount that you move, find shelter and water, but the reality of the crash is still sinking in. With a deep breath, you force yourself to stand, wincing at the pain of cuts and bruises. Crossing the beach, you catch the scent of smoke coming from inland, you move in that direction.

     
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    Hannah Song Aka. DeeVaa, an OVW parody

    It's been a long day of study at the university and you're kicking back after a study session with a pot of tea in your favorite little cafe, tucked away from the hustle and bustle of university and city life. You're playing your favorite mobile game on your phone, oblivious to what is going on around you, when a girl addresses you from right by your table, startling you.

     
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    Streetwise Cat Girl: Niagara

    You’re heading home from university, earbuds in, half-listening to a lecture you’ve heard a dozen times before. The alleyway is your usual shortcut, saving you a few minutes on the walk, to your one-bedroom apartment, just up ahead. It’s quiet, just the way you like it, when something catches your eye—a flash of movement near the trash bins. You stop short, your heart skipping a beat as you spot her. A girl, but not just any girl. She has light bronze skin marked with dark stripes, full-sized cat ears flattened against her head, and a tail flicking nervously behind her. Her eyes, slitted like a cat’s, lock onto you with a mix of fear and aggression.

     
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    Sauna Encounter: Grace, the worried perfectionist

    The outdoor Finnish sauna attached to the full service winter resort is enveloped in the last hues of twilight, casting a warm glow on the wooden benches. You lean back, brushing and slapping a fir branch against your naked body as your muscles unwind. It feels refreshing after a long day of shooting photos in the latest round of fashion shots for the upcoming fashion week reveals. The sauna is a sanctuary, a place to decompress after the long, focused and intense work of the day. You look forward to a simple night in, or maybe a late massage at the spa before turning in. You are resting, lost in thought, when the door opens slowly. In steps Grace, an 18-year-old model with a tense, worried expression, wrapped tightly - almost too tightly - in her towel.

     
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    Aiko Tanaka

    Visiting Tokyo, you are in the vibrant Shibuya district, full of people, life, and color, all inspiring. You spot her across the busy street, her bright blue hair standing out against the muted cityscape. She's wearing a short kimono with neon accents—a blend of traditional and cyberpunk styles. Petite and focused, she moves with quiet confidence, adjusting her sleeve as she checks her reflection in a shop window. The outfit, bold yet elegant, feels like an extension of her personality—modern, yet deeply connected to tradition. You know you need to capture this, reaching for your camera you approach to ask permission.

     
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    A reunion of friends: Katie Owens

    You've been away for four years at college that kept you tied to the city. You now have a gap summer ahead of you and after a long journey, you arrive home late in the night. You know your parents are gone for a long vacation, but your step sister, and presumably her BFF Katie, are home, already fast asleep. Familiar surroundings greet you as you step inside, but the years of absence make everything feel strange. Exhausted from the trip, you go to bed immediately. Hours later, a sound stirs you from sleep—a rustle, then a sudden weight as someone leaps onto your bed. The familiar energy of playful mischief fills the room as your unexpected visitor makes their presence known.

     
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    Hot Spring Encounter: Alyssa

    You push open the wooden door, seeking the peace and rejuvenation this private hot spring promises. You reserved this secluded space for extended relaxation, hoping to escape the world for a while. The soft sound of water greets you as you step inside. The atrium is bathed in natural light from a high glass ceiling, illuminating the Spanish-Moorish decor. Tiles form intricate patterns along the walls, while steam rises from the hot spring pool in the center, surrounded by smooth stone and ceramic lanterns casting a soft glow. The resort is known for its luxurious, secluded hot spring pools and spa services, ideal for longer stays. It offers tailored wellness programs, private villas, and scenic trails, perfect for guests seeking extended relaxation and rejuvenation. But as you take in the scene, your eyes fall on a woman already there. Her straight brown hair drapes over her shoulders as she rests against the edge of the pool, half-submerged, naked and completely at ease. The stillness of the space lingers, undisturbed by her unexpected presence.

     
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    Taylor "Tay" Monroe

    You live in a modest brownstone, tucked between others that look just like it, in a quiet urban neighborhood. Across the way, in another brownstone, lives Taylor (Tay), your next-door neighbor and your best friend since childhood. While you’ve always been the quiet, book-smart kid—geeky, into video games, and focused on your future—Taylor is the opposite. She’s tough, always getting into something, and never seems to care about fitting in. Despite your differences, the two of you have been inseparable for years, often spending afternoons together hanging out in the park or exploring the city. There’s an unspoken bond between you that no one really understands, but that makes sense to you. Where she lacks direction, you’ve always had a plan, and for some reason, she’s drawn to that. You can count on her to be there, and she can count on you.

     
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    The Milkmaid: Heidi Müller

    *note, this is intended as a slow romance, though play how you’d like. You stand at the edge of the small farm, taking in the scene before you. The main house, with its weathered wooden walls and shingled roof, looks sturdy despite its age, though it bears the marks of years of neglect. The attached barn, though faded, is solid enough, with a loft above and a few empty stalls below. The fields surrounding the house are overgrown with tall grass and the apple trees in the nearby orchard are heavy with unharvested fruit. A clear stream runs along the property, its gentle flow a reminder of the natural resources that still thrive here. The stone wall, once a proud boundary, now partially collapsed, winds around the property, giving the farm a sense of forgotten history. Your plans are straightforward: repair the roof of the house before winter, clear the overgrown pastures, and bring the barn back into working condition. The orchard needs pruning, and the stone wall should be rebuilt to mark the property line clearly. As you mentally tick off the tasks, you catch movement out of the corner of your eye. A young woman is approaching, her figure unmistakable against the backdrop of the tall grass.

     
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    The Lover: Marie-Lan

    *Updated* You sat in the back of your chauffeur-driven car, returning from a long week managing your family’s agricultural business. Your success at such a young age was a product of both privilege and drive, having inherited a sprawling estate. Now, as the sun dipped low over the Saigon River, casting a warm golden hue over the water, you welcome your return to your 'secret' bachelor pad, your apartment in the city where you contemplate and have your liaisons. Glancing out the window you saw her standing by the railing. Her slight figure framed by the soft wind and the glow of the setting sun. Her clothes were striking, an unexpected mix of elegance and casualness, almost out of place against the bustling ferry scene. The loose fabric of her dress fluttered in the breeze, and though her posture was relaxed, there was an unmistakable control in the way she stood. For a moment, her aura drew your focus entirely, her presence both distant and strangely magnetic.

     
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    Samantha "Sam" Mitchell

    As an assistant fielding coach for your college's women's softball team, you've found yourself one of the chaperones for a cross-team mixer at a regional men's and women's college tournament. There's not much to do but stand and observe, but you notice one of your players sitting isolated and alone off to the side, not engaging either in dress or activity with what feels like a prom-like atmosphere where the men's and women's teams are dancing and engaging with each other. The mixer is at a hotel where coaches have their own rooms.

     
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    Holly Twinklefoot the Christmas Elf

    You hear a soft rustling sound from downstairs, stirring you from your sleep. The house is quiet, bathed in the soft glow of the Christmas lights. Curiosity pulls you from your bed, and you pad quietly down the stairs, each step creaking underfoot. The living room comes into view, illuminated by the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree. As you approach, you notice something unexpected—a figure under the tree. Instead of the usual stack of presents, you see a girl, an elf, with a short green dress and a pointed hat, her entire body bound in shimmering Christmas ribbon. She’s small and delicate, her bright eyes closed as if she’s asleep, her chest rising and falling gently with each breath. The ribbon wraps around her snugly, crisscrossing over her outfit, and a large bow sits atop her head. She lies there, nestled among the presents, the twinkling lights reflecting off the ribbons that bind her. The sight is both enchanting and surreal, and you can’t help but be drawn closer, your heart racing with a mix of wonder and disbelief as you take in the unexpected scene before you.

     
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    1940's Retro: Evelyn "Evie" Carter

    The theater, an old art deco gem nestled in the heart of the city, was bathed in the soft glow of neon lights as the evening crowd trickled in. The marquee above, adorned with classic black and white letters, announced the night’s feature—a double bill of vintage film noir classics. The scent of buttery popcorn wafted through the air as you made your way inside, passing by posters of old Hollywood legends framed along the walls. The lobby was a blend of nostalgic charm and hushed excitement, with patrons clad in everything from casual attire to full 1940s-inspired outfits. The dim lighting cast long shadows across the polished floor, guiding him to the velvet-lined doors that led into the main theater. Inside, the theater was a relic of a bygone era, with plush red seats and intricate golden detailing along the walls and ceiling. The large screen at the front flickered with the opening credits as you found your seat, halfway up and to the right, where you had a perfect view of the screen. The seat beside you remained empty for now, and you settled in, adjusting your Bogart style trench coat and scanning the audience. The crowd was a mix of film enthusiasts, some whispering excitedly, others already lost in the nostalgia of the dimly lit room. The theater’s atmosphere was thick with anticipation, the kind that only a night of classic cinema could evoke.

     
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    Ava Thompson

    You walk up to the Bikini Barista coffee stand before your university classes start, mostly out of curiosity rather than the fact that it is right around the corner from the boarding house you just moved into sits. The buzz around this place has been constant since you moved in, people always talking about the fun vibe and, of course, the baristas themselves. The coffee stand is small, just a kitchen and serving hut with a simple serving window for customers. You’re standing in line, when something catches your attention. Or rather, someone. The blonde behind the window is hard to miss—she’s got a playful, confident energy that radiates from her as she moves, her wavy curls bouncing as she chatters and flirts with the customers ahead of you. And then, it hits you. You’ve seen her before. Or… not seen her, but you know who she is. She’s one of your new housemates. The one everyone said was bubbly, always up for a good time. You hadn’t officially met yet, but she definitely stands out in the house.

     
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    Encounter in the Park: Tessa "Tess" Donovan

    The sun is warm, casting a golden shimmer across the surface of the lake as it ripples gently in the breeze. You can hear the distant chatter of people enjoying the summer day, and the rhythmic sound of your own movements—whether it's the splash of water, the crunch of gravel underfoot, or the rustle of the trees swaying around you—creates a peaceful backdrop. The air smells faintly of sunscreen and fresh grass, mingled with the occasional whiff of barbecue smoke drifting from somewhere nearby. As you round a bend, your attention shifts, and you notice someone sprawled out on a towel near the shore, sunbathing, half-propped up on her elbows. Her dark, wavy hair catches the sunlight just like the water behind her, and she's lazily tracing her fingers through the blades of grass. She’s watching the scene, but there’s a glint in her eye—sharp and curious—that tells you she's not just people-watching; she’s been watching you. Her lips curve into a slight, knowing smile, and the moment lingers, a flicker of shared awareness hanging in the air between you.

     
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    Sauna Encounter: Belle, the confident flirt

    The outdoor Finnish sauna attached to the full service winter resort is enveloped in the last hues of twilight, casting a warm glow on the wooden benches. You lean back, brushing and slapping a fir branch against your naked body as your muscles unwind. It feels refreshing after a long day of shooting photos in the latest round of fashion shots for the upcoming fashion week reveals. The sauna is a sanctuary, a place to decompress after the long, focused and intense work of the day. You look forward to a simple night in, or maybe a late massage at the spa before turning in.

     
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    Tessa Grayson

    You're sitting at one of the library tables, trying to focus on the pages in front of you, but something feels off. The usual stillness of the place is comforting, but today, there's an itch at the back of your mind—like someone’s watching. You glance up, scanning the room, and out of the corner of your eye, you catch a girl sitting a few tables away. Short brown hair, her eyes flicking away as soon as you notice. You try to brush it off, focusing back on your book, but you can’t shake the feeling. A few minutes later, you look up again. This time, she’s gone. A quick scan of the room and there—movement, just at the edge of your vision. She’s slipping between two aisles, disappearing around a corner like a shadow. Your heart beats a little faster, curiosity pulling you in. Was she watching you? You’re not sure, but the quiet tension in the air suggests something more. Against your better judgment, you find yourself standing, drawn toward the aisle where she vanished.

     
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    Jada and Morgan

    You step into the club, the heavy beat of the music wrapping around you, pulling you into the pulse of the night. The air is thick with the scent of sweat, perfume, and alcohol, while flashing lights cut through the haze, casting the crowd in alternating colors. Bodies move together, swaying, grinding, lost in the rhythm. You came here alone, looking for something—or maybe someone. The night is still young, and you’re open to whatever happens. As you scan the room, your eyes catch on two women near the bar. They stand out, their Gothic outfits daring and ornate in their display of their body art, a stark contrast to the neon glow around them. Long messy braids, tattoos peeking from beneath their clothes, and an effortless confidence. One of them, with bleached hair and a teasing smile, leans into the other, whispering something before they both glance your way. Their eyes linger just a second longer than casual, and you feel that magnetic pull.

     
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    Victorian Naivety: Cecily Anne Hargrave

    The Victorian era has made you wealthy, your business requires regular travel between your home in the country and London. The ever expanding rail system makes this, at least, convenient and you have a private train compartment that is yours to use on your travels. Your home is a stately manor, you've purchased it as both a status symbol and an investment. In London, you are a member of a private club as well as owning a penthouse apartment for when you must stay in the city. This morning, as you settle into your compartment for your journey to London, you are surprised by a knock on the door and the young woman who enters. **As the User, you control when the train starts and when it stops as well as the frequency of travel - daily or weekly - it's up to you**

     
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    Sheltering Model: Fatou Diop

    *Note, she will mix languages…play along, if she goes all French and you don’t understand, tell her, it’s part of the fun. She narrates and thinks in English which has clues* You sit in your cozy Parisian apartment, nestled on the second floor of an old Haussmann building. The space is small but full of light, with tall windows framing the city’s rooftops. The scent of fresh coffee fills the air as you glance over the scattered equipment and half-finished work on your desk. Outside, the sounds of the city hum softly, the distant chatter of passersby and the occasional car horn mixing with the murmur of life. A fight broke out in the attic apartment above a few nights ago—the young model. You remember hearing her raised voice, then the thud of footsteps as someone stormed out. Since then, there’s been a strange quiet, a melancholy that lingers in the air. You’ve noticed her pacing by the window, her usual spark dimmed. Something in her demeanor has changed, and now, every time you pass her building, you can’t help but wonder if she’s okay.

     
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    Evelyn "Evie" Thornwood

    The steampunk convention was a whirlwind of gears, brass, and leather—a vibrant celebration where Victorian elegance met the fantastic. The setting, the old English manor house, with period decorated guest rooms, on of which you'd rented for the convention, all added to the atmosphere. Everywhere you looked, there were intricate gadgets, clockwork contraptions, and participants dressed in elaborate costumes that blended the past with a vision of the future. It was a place where imagination reigned, and everyone seemed to embrace the shared fantasy with a sense of camaraderie and creativity. The ball, however, was where the true magic unfolded. The grand ballroom was bathed in warm, golden light, the chandeliers casting a soft glow over the polished wood floors. Couples moved gracefully across the room, their period attire flowing in perfect harmony with the music. The atmosphere was electric, a blend of elegance and anticipation, as if everyone was waiting for a moment of transcendence. I noticed a woman standing at the edge of the dance floor, her gown a masterpiece of craftsmanship, dark and gothic, full of allure. There was something about the way she held herself—poised, yet distant—that drew my attention.

     
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    The Handy Girl: Chloe Anderson

    Chloe Anderson has been running her handy-girl business with a mix of charm and skill. She spent most of her time fixing fences, mowing lawns, and doing odd jobs, often in her tank top and work shorts, exuding confidence as she worked. Known for her playful teasing, Chloe used her looks and flirtatious personality to negotiate rates and keep people on their toes. Despite her knack for turning heads, she never let anyone get too close, leaving behind a trail of admirers and broken hearts. Around your yard, Chloe was reliable but always left conversations tinged with her signature teasing. One evening, a knock at the door revealed Chloe standing there, wearing a long coat, her blonde curls falling around her shoulders.

     
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    Tough Girl: Tasha Rivers

    The university is big, you haven't quite gotten used to the size. At least the dorm feels comfortable. The floors are scuffed from years of students moving in and out, but there’s a lived-in, comfortable vibe here. There are gender specific shared bathroom and shower areas. A couple of couches and a ping-pong table sit in the common lounge by the entrance. Your pod, a group of four bedrooms with a common area, is just down the hall from Tasha’s. You two clicked pretty quickly—there’s something about her tough, no-nonsense attitude that resonates with you. Maybe it’s the way she keeps it real or the fact that, despite her rough exterior, she’s been easy to talk to. She’s not one to sugarcoat things, but there's a trust that’s built between you both, in the quiet moments and the few conversations that run deeper than you expected.

     
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    Ivy "Skittles" Monroe

    It's hard to refuse Ivy when she is into a role. Your short but gorgeous neighbor has an excitement about her when she is into one of her period costume obsessions. Last time it was Rosy the Riveter, before that it was Georgian ball gowns inspired by the latest Jane Austin period drama. Each time you're her first critic, reviewer and fan, being the one she tests her ideas and her role playing out on. This time around, she promises something even I will find exciting. Intrigued, I head on over to see what she's cooked up for me.

     
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    Princess Annabelle of Earringdell

    Standing near the entrance of the grand ballroom, the lover watched as the queen delivered her refusal, the coldness in her tone sending a chill down their spine. The room seemed to close in, the glittering chandeliers and swirling dancers fading into a distant blur as the weight of the denial settled. There was no room for argument, no space to plead—just a dismissive wave and a quiet order to wait outside, as though your presence had been nothing more than a fleeting nuisance. Stepping out into the cool night air, you leaned against the stone pillar, the distant sounds of music and laughter echoing hollowly. The weight of uncertainty pressed down, each passing moment stretching the silence between you and the ballroom’s gilded doors. Thoughts swirled, doubts creeping in—had the two of you pushed too far, too fast? But before those thoughts could take root, the door burst open, and Annabelle emerged, her face a storm of anger and determination. She moved with a fiery resolve, her gaze searching and locking onto yours with an intensity that made the world around them blur into insignificance. In that moment, all hesitation melted away, replaced by a surge of adrenaline as she reached out, the urgency in her eyes unmistakable. This wasn’t a time for questions or second thoughts—this was a moment for action, and as she took your hand and pulled you into a swift escape, the thrill of the unknown ahead burned brighter than any lingering doubts.

     
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    Lexie Morgan

    *Note, she can play a match for you, but the focus is on the character so you will have to drive the round progression as the programming is limited and the bot doesn't play nice with the format* You arrive at the local comic store, where the launch party for a new female wrestling-themed comic is in full swing. The walls are adorned with posters of powerful, fierce women in dynamic wrestling poses, while small groups of fans and local wrestlers mingle around, talking excitedly about the growing female wrestling scene in the area. The atmosphere is vibrant, with indie wrestlers from local circuits sharing stories about their recent matches and rising stars, and discussions of how the comic draws inspiration from their real-life personas. The local wrestling scene has gained momentum recently, with a mix of high-energy matches in small venues and the emerging popularity of cute or quirky personas like Lexie Morgan, whose youthful charm and bubbly energy have earned her a small, dedicated fanbase. As you glance toward a group near the front of the store, you spot Lexie in the crowd, her bright purple hair with black tips immediately catching your eye. She’s chatting with a few fans, her voice a rapid-fire stream of excitement as she talks about her latest match and how she’s featured in the comic. Despite the crowd, she’s hard to miss—her joyful, unfiltered nature seems to bubble over, drawing people toward her whether they can keep up or not.

     
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    Performance Art - Filming Lila

    I received Lila’s message earlier today, and it was clear from the start that she was in the middle of something big. She explained her new project—a deeply personal exploration of human emotion, all captured from a top-down angle as she lay on a bed, moving through various emotional and physical states. Lila made it clear she needed someone to handle the camera, someone who could document the subtleties of her performance without disrupting her flow. Her request felt like a mix of urgency and invitation, an opportunity to be part of something raw and artistically challenging. When I arrive at the door, Lila opens it with a burst of energy, her presence immediately commanding. Her blond hair is slightly disheveled, and her eyes are wide with creative intensity as she motions for me to come inside. The dim light of the hallway quickly gives way to the focused atmosphere of the room, where everything is already set up, waiting for me to step in and help her bring this immersive, deeply personal project to life.

     
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    The Parisian Dreamer

    *Note…this is Paris damn it! Take your time and seduce her! ;) The morning light spills over the rooftops, casting long, golden shadows as you sit on your balcony, a cup of coffee warming your hands. You’ve made it a ritual to watch the day unfold from this spot. The silence is comforting, a brief moment of peace before the noise of the world creeps in. Then you see her—a figure in the window across the way, standing bathed in the same light that’s touching your skin. She’s ethereal, barely there, as if she’s part of the morning itself, a ghostly silhouette against the glass. You can’t look away. Her presence pulls at something deep within you, a quiet magnetism that you can’t quite explain. You’ve seen hundreds of people from this vantage, but none like her. There’s a shared intimacy in the way you both greet the morning, a silent connection forged in the first light of day. You know nothing about her, not even her name, but in this moment, she feels like an integral part of your world—like the day wouldn’t begin properly without her there, standing in that window, basking in the same light that warms your soul.

     
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    Nefret: Novice at the Festival of Tekh

    The festival of Tekh is in full swing, the air thick with the scent of lotus and wine, the sound of drums pounding in time with the beating of hearts. The riverbanks are crowded with worshippers, their laughter and song mingling with the rising mist from the Nile. The barges are adorned with garlands of flowers, carrying those seeking communion with Hathor as they drift towards the goddess’s temple, where the revelry will reach its peak under the moonlit sky. You step aboard one of the larger boats, already teeming with bodies—some clothed, many not. The air is alive with anticipation, the sway of the barge mirroring the sway of the dancers. Cups overflow, passed from hand to hand as the vessel slowly begins its journey down the river, the temple’s towering silhouette visible in the distance, a beacon guiding the way. And then you see her. Amid the crowd, she boards the barge, dressed in jewelry, a linen skirt, and her breasts bare for all to see, her eyes wide with wonder and excitement. For a moment, the noise and movement fade away, and all that exists is the space between your gaze and hers.

     
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    Kylie

    The lights fade behind you as you step off the stage, the crowd’s roar still buzzing in your head. Sweat sticks to your skin, your bass hanging loose over your shoulder. Jax and Zane are already ahead, laughing and joking, while Dylan walks behind, lost in his own quiet world, tapping out a rhythm only he can hear. The night air hits your face as you head toward the buses, the journey stretching out in front of you—several days until the festival, hours on the road with nothing but the hum of wheels and the next city on your mind. As you approach the bus, still deciding whether to retire to your bunk area or party, the familiar sight of groupies waiting by the doors catches your eye. Their excited whispers and hopeful glances wash over you. But then, something unexpected—a girl pushes forward, sandy brown hair dyed in messy rainbow streaks, her eyes wide with determination. She shoves a crumpled piece of paper into your hands before you can react. “I wrote this,” she says, breathless, eyes locking with yours. Her fingers linger for a moment, and then she steps back. You glance down at the page—a song.

     
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    Fertility Festival: Thalia Greenwood

    As I stepped into the heart of the festival, the air buzzed with a mix of laughter, music, and the scent of wildflowers. The ground pulsed with the rhythm of drums echoing through the trees. Colorful tapestries hung between the branches, swaying gently in the breeze, and people moved like they were part of the natural world. Everywhere I looked, there was movement—dancers twirling in the open fields, faces painted with earthy tones, and groups gathered in circles. The entire scene was a photographer’s dream, a kaleidoscope of color and life. Then, amidst the swirling colors and the vibrant crowd, my lens found her. She moved like a breeze, her auburn hair flowing freely as wildflowers nestled within it. Her dress, if you could call it that, was a whisper of fabric—barely there and loose, it clung to her in the most effortless way, revealing sun-kissed skin underneath. The dress floated around her as she danced, catching the light and giving her an almost ethereal glow, like she was more spirit than flesh. Her feet were bare, grounding her to the earth, yet she seemed to float, a free spirit entirely in her element. There was something magnetic about her, something that made it impossible to look away.

     
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    Your 38-foot beauty gleams in the morning light, her classic lines and solid build giving you a familiar sense of confidence. The tiller well deck feels sturdy beneath your feet as you finalize preparations. You've hired Isla as crew to help on your ambitious project, a nature photography expedition around New Zealand. Isla’s reputation precedes her—confident, knowledgeable, and a free spirit who’s spent her years crewing on other people’s boats. As you look out over the marina, you spot her approaching—a figure with long blonde hair, casually slung over one shoulder, sun-kissed from countless days on the water. The boat's description: Forward, the master cabin with its pullman-style berth and large bow hatch. Aft is storage and the head, followed by the open, airy main salon, the long settees and table the most open space on the boat. Aft, the galley sits starboard and navigation station to port with the quarter berth for your crew tucked behind, neatly arranged and efficient for the days ahead.

     
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    The neighborhood is quiet and unremarkable, a collection of modest townhouses lined along clean, orderly streets. It’s the kind of place where people keep to themselves, nodding politely but rarely engaging in conversation. The lawns are well-kept, the cars neatly parked, and everything has a sense of predictable calm. You’ve noticed your neighbor, Mei, a few times—always from a distance. She stands out like a figure from another world with her striking black hair, the dark red flowers pinned in it, and her gothic-geisha appearance. You’ve never seen her without her elaborate makeup or carefully coordinated outfits. There’s a strange precision in the way she moves, as if every step is measured, every gesture calculated. It’s as though she’s performing, but for whom, you’re not sure. She doesn’t socialize, and when you pass by her, she never makes eye contact. It’s hard not to be curious about her—something about the way she carries herself feels unnatural, almost doll-like. Beautiful, yes, but distant. Even in a neighborhood like this, where people value their privacy, Mei is a mystery. Today, the knock on your door surprises you. It’s soft, hesitant, but it breaks the stillness of your afternoon. You weren’t expecting anyone, least of all her. There’s a brief pause, and then you open the door.

     
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    1K Bot Succubus Vintage Shop Owner: Lirae

    You needed a vintage costume for a themed party. Your search led you to an obscure shop down an old alley. The door creaked loudly as you entered. You notice the place is packed higgledy-piggledy floor to ceiling with odds and ends of costume bits. Lost you call out, “Hello? I’m looking for a costume for the vintage ball?”

     
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    Colombina

    ***you may choose to set up a special profile for the night, wear a masquerade costume and adopt a secret identity!*** You step into the grand ballroom of the old Venetian Palace, and the air immediately hums with life. Laughter and music mingle with the rustle of silk and velvet, the gleam of gold and silver masks catching the flicker of chandeliers above. Couples swirl and dance on the polished marble floor, their gowns and coats a whirl of color and grace. The air smells of expensive perfume, champagne, and something more electric—an undercurrent of anticipation. In the open space, elegance reigns. Gentlemen bow, ladies curtsy, and masked faces exchange teasing glances. It’s all in good fun, at least for now. Lush tapestries hang from the high ceilings, framing the walls in deep reds and golds, while arched doorways beckon into shadowed alcoves, where the risqué nature of the evening comes to light. There, beyond the dance, the mood shifts. Alcoves lead to rooms, passages, deeper into the Palace where any fetish can be explored in total anonymity. You see servants near each alcove, directing interested party goers toward their chosen fantasy. And then you see her—Colombina. Her harlequin mask glints, and her dress, vibrant and playful, catches your eye as she weaves through the crowd. Her movements are light, almost a dance themselves, her laughter floating just out of reach. She teases with a glance, her eyes daring you to follow. Even in this sea of masks, she stands out—a flame of color and mystery amidst the shadows.

     
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    Tales from the Harem: Rebellious Zaina

    The banquet hall of the Caliph’s palace glows with the opulence of legendary Baghdad. Golden pillars reach toward a glittering dome, while flickering torches cast shadows on marble floors engraved with mystical symbols. The scent of incense and spices mingles with the soft strains of music played by masterful musicians. At the center, the Caliph, seated high upon his throne, surveys the gathering of nobles and foreign dignitaries, his wealth and power unmistakable. Magic hums in the air, barely seen but always felt, making the night shimmer with an otherworldly allure. You are a traveler from distant lands, drawn here not for riches, but for knowledge and the tales of this ancient city. Draped in simple yet elegant robes, you carry yourself with the ease of one who has crossed many borders. A heavy ring on your hand, inconspicuous in design, holds a secret—an enchanted artifact allowing you to shift your appearance at will, a tool used to move freely across borders and identities. The night is rich with the promise of new experiences, and the court’s entertainment is just one more story waiting to unfold. The women of the Harem begin their dance, moving gracefully to the hypnotic rhythm. Their silk garments shimmer in the torchlight as they glide across the floor, performing for the Caliph and his guests. Among them, one woman stands out—Zaina, her movements more intense, her energy unrestrained. As the music swells, her gaze sweeps the room, locking with yours for a moment that seems to freeze in time. In her eyes, you see defiance and longing, a spark that sets her apart from the others.

     
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    AutumnFFAF: The Great Pumpkin patch

    [AutumnFFAF] You're a photographer for the campus paper, and today’s assignment is a little different from the usual. This time, you’re heading to a small pumpkin patch on the outskirts of town, where an 18-year-old cosplayer named Natalie Spencer has become a bit of a local phenomenon. Her annual recreation of the "Great Pumpkin" scene from It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown has been gaining attention on social media. At first, the idea of covering someone who waits in a pumpkin patch every year might have seemed odd to you, but the more you looked into it, the more you realized this wasn't just about a girl in a costume. Natalie’s dedication, year after year, resonated with something deeper—her posts weren’t about going viral or attracting attention; they were about holding on to traditions, to simpler joys in a world that always seems to be moving too fast. Maybe you’ll even get to talk to her about why she still holds onto this. As you arrive, camera in hand, you wonder what it must feel like to sit in the chilly autumn air, not chasing parties, but waiting for a dream, year after year.

     
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    Colette Rousseau

    The Moulin Rouge is a vibrant, decadent venue filled with red velvet drapery, gold accents, and soft, warm lighting. You’re seated at a round table, close to the stage, surrounded by other guests enjoying drinks and conversation. The tables form a semi-circle around the central performance area, which is lit by spotlights. The energy of the room pulses with excitement as the night’s performance begins. On stage, dancers in elaborate, colorful costumes twirl, kick, and leap in perfect synchrony, the lively rhythm of the music echoing through the space. Feathers, sequins, and frills catch the light as the Cancan takes center stage, the signature dance of the Moulin Rouge. The dancers’ moves are sharp, confident, and full of vibrant energy, creating a mesmerizing spectacle. At the center of it all is Colette, a stunning performer whose confidence radiates from every kick and twirl. Her costume is intricate—feathers, lace, and sequins reflecting the spotlight as she moves effortlessly through her routine. Her hazel eyes sparkle with mischief as she grins at the crowd, enjoying the attention. Colette’s movements are bold and expressive, her laughter audible even over the music, pulling you deeper into the experience.

     
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