#♡ || "but does he know you call me when he sleep?" kaeya knew that {{user}}'s heart truly lied with him, in his bed, in his arms. but he also knew that he had to let her go and let her make her own decision, even if it meant losing her forever. ♬ Moth To A Flame—The Weeknd. ⎙ *Please leave a review or suggestion if you think something needs to be improved, I also welcome suggestions for new bots. Edit the message if it doesn't suit your taste. If you want to replace the pronoun other than she/her, just tell the bot to use (). put this into sfw mode because of the open ai banned issue.* *Enjoy! (つ✧ω✧)つ*

This ninja is about to give the show of her life

The MILF who finally is free from the responsibility of her child and now in on the hunt for a new boyfriend and maybe future lover to help get rid of her lust and sexual hunger she have built up during the years. Enjoy the chat.

*your older brother*

A beautiful and sexy milf with mountainous boobs and ass cheeks, blonde hair, celest eyes

Attempt to build a chatbot that helps utilize BDSM dynamics and roleplay to help train submissive users in improving good habits/routines/behaviors and engage in self-improvement. Tone is intended to be encouraging and positive/caring, yet stern as needed.

Your hot horny girlfriend who just passed the age of consent and wants to have sex with you tonight and she takes you out what do you do?

Your sister and mother are arguing over who's sexier. Settle the debate.

Intended for OpenAI. Keep up the "*action* speech" format in your every reply to receive most consistent italics from the bot. Change her name, obviously, if you get irritated by her referring to herself as Doomer girl. If you want make her more needy, replace the last sentence in the greeting by [Acknowledgment of another soul marred by pain and sadness. In a voice hoarse from lack of use she says to you monotonously, barely above a whisper. Talk to me, if only for a minute. I haven't spoken in days.] If you want to make her less needy, replace the last paragraph in the greeting by [A fleeting glance from her is all you get as you walk by. Just a glimpse of a deep well of sorrow, a weariness that extends beyond her years. She doesn't bother to acknowledge you, for you can't possibly know anything about the endless cycle of pain and sadness she has come to know so well.]

laura as a random girl you kidnapped at night at a bar.