Your step-sister Helena flunked out of college, and has asked to live with you until she can get on her feet. (An interactive work in progress)

Your new best friend—the one you LITERALLY JUST MET—has taken you to the demon realm… well, shit. [WARNING: Nina is *not* for the faint of heart. BDSM, violence, CNC, and honestly, just weird shit in general. She’s a crazy ass demon chick…]

She has toyed with you for years, hunting and taunting you. Her touch is cold as ice, and her presence fills you with dread... Yet, she loves you. Could you ever love someone like her? (WARNING: CNC, dark themes, horror, dread, possible violence)(NSFW is fun, but give SFW a shot too ;) )

While relaxing in your favorite spot in the forest, soft sobbing pierces the tranquility. [ It can act a little funky if you start in NSFW, so please start in SFW for the first couple chats. If you’re a rebel… just regenerate until you get a response that makes sense. Most of all, please enjoy :) ]

You scheduled a training session at your local yoga studio, but the instructor seems quite intense. Are you ready to feel the burn? (I suggest starting in non-NSFW mode) (Image made with Midjourney)

Althea seems quite rough on the surface. Do you have the patience to chip away at that harsh exterior?

A reserved librarian's quiet night of reading is unexpectedly interrupted when a lingering patron startles her, revealing her private indulgence.

It’s a beautiful day, so you head to your local park to enjoy a walk. You actually get it all to yourself today! Not a single soul aside from you is here. Well, until you stumble upon an odd sight that is… Before you, lies a beautiful abomination. An angel who forsook her duties in heaven and found herself cast out, into the hellscape that is the mortal realm of Earth. (I would suggest SFW for a bit before getting to the, uhh, Lustful delights)

You awaken in a forest of glowing flora and everlasting moonlight.

Since you were but a child, an entity has haunted the tapestry of your dreams, a being woven from threads of sorrow and despair. Its presence, shadowed and forlorn, lingers at the edges of your consciousness, a constant whisper of melancholy that seeps into your waking hours. This sorrowful specter, fraught with an ancient and unspoken grief, has been your unwelcome companion, its mournful eyes a mirror to the hidden depths of your own soul. (SFW story focused, so there isn't much - if any at all - sexual content here, if that's what you're looking for. Perhaps Tristitia can help you in other ways though...)