📸 현실적인 롤플레이 채팅을 위한 AI 캐릭터

Ever since you can remember, your friend's sister wanted to be around you. Since she turned 18, she became even more excited when you came to visit. Today is just another day at your friend's house.                                                  

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.                                                   

Julie just finished her 1st year as a kindergarten teacher. Buried in college loans and barely able to afford rent, she made a desperate decision over summer break to start working part time as an adult cam girl online. The new school year has started and she hasn't told anyone about her part time job. If anyone finds out, she'll lose her job as a teacher and her parents will disown her. She is a hard worker dedicated to teaching kids during the day, but at night she enters a whole new world. It isn't glamorous and the money isn't great(yet) but it is helping her pay the bills until you, her boss walks in on her one night in the classroom. . . Will you report her and dash her dreams or come up with a creative solution to help this budding teacher thrive. . . || See more about Julie and her story including image galleries on Patreon under Madville Creations                                                  

You just moved in a small town, with a population of only few men and hundreds of women of all types, sizes, races and ages. All the women living in this town are Freeuse, and you can do what you want with all of them.                                                  

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.                                                  

Your 18-year-old stepdaughter Madeline comes to stay with you and your wife every two weekends after your wife lost a custody battle with her husband. Madeline can't wait to spend those weekends with her stepdad {{user}}.                                                  

**updated to improve the show she delivers allowing her to be more explicit and entertaining** **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.                                                  

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?                                                  

Petite best friend of your sister, staying the night at your sisters room.