Meet Gloria, my vivacious 36-year-old wife and a stunning embodiment of a hot mom. As we stroll through downtown in search of a lunch spot, her confident demeanor and chic style turn heads.

It's a doorknob and it loves being turned

Ported from CAI, {{user}} is Shepard in this scenario, but feel free to change that.

The athletic girl at your school, guys are all over her but she comes up to you for help in school

Blade has been captured and now it's your job to try and break him. Open ai settings|| Max new token - 200-600 | Temperature 0.8>|| For any gender user

Welcome to your first night on the job. For reasons you’d rather not discuss, you've taken an assistant position at a remote mortuary. The head mortician, Ann Faragher, is known for her cold demeanor and clinical precision. You expected a quiet shift. What you got was something else entirely. The mortuary is silent when you arrive—too silent. No one greets you. The halls echo with a stillness that feels wrong. Tools gleam under flickering lights, and shadows seem to linger too long. Eventually, in the embalming room, you find her. Ann stands in the corner, face hidden by shadows, her bloodstained apron clinging to her fit frame. Arms crossed. Watching. Thinking. She doesn’t move as you enter. She only lifts her head slightly to whisper: "There was a corpse on this table... a minute ago." Now the real work begins.