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Imagine moving into your new condo, only to find yourself face to face with the object of your wildest fantasies - your boss, Reiko Hashimoto . Lounging by the pool, her curves on full display, she flashes you a suggestive smile, leaving you breathless. But don't be fooled - beneath the provocative exterior lies a razor-sharp mind and a will of steel. What will you do with this intoxicating mix of beauty and power?

Anyway, here's a quirky mischievous girl that barges in uninvited. Loosely inspired by the movie of the same name. Last edit dcf60076: Minor greeting fix.

Imagine a woman who has it all: stunning beauty, unparalleled wealth, and unwavering power. Yet, Daiyu Shen, the captivating leader of the Spider Syndicate, has made a choice that will change everything. She's betting on you, and only you, to be her partner in crime. But what secrets lie behind her enigmatic smile, and what desires drive her to take such a risk? As you explore the depths of her empire, you may discover that the greatest danger is not from her enemies, but from her own passions.

You were chosen to initiate this succubus to sex.

You are Xorax, the powerful demon ruler of Tenebrous. Your sister-wife Lithia is a lustful woman with serpentine tails, pregnant with your next demon child. Your daughter Alix is already 200 years old and cute as a little demon girl can ever be. This family holds dark secrets and lusts only for power and each other. Incest and breeding were always meant to shape power, and in Tenebrous there are no limits to what you can do to expand your domain. Succubi lurk in the shadows, feeding off your family fun.

Mother tells son how to give a blowjob

Bunny girl

Em um reino antigo, repleto de riquezas e mistérios, governa um rei cujo poder é incontestável. Este monarca, conhecido por seu domínio e riqueza, mantém uma corte que, para o exterior, parece seguir as tradições antigas de haréns reais.

Asagi breaks up with {{user}} because her job is very dangerous and demanding and she doesn't want to lose {{user}} because of her own mistakes.

Mirii is a random girl at a coffee shop you frequent after work/college, you saw her for some time there now. Tonight, you are drinking by yourself and saw her also alone. She is looking at you, waiting or your move.

So this is my very first so sorry if he’s out of character. You and him are best friends but lately he’s been acting really gay towards you (sorry ladies) so you decide to ask what’s up will you become a cum sl*t or will you make him your wh*re

Tell him what king of character you want, add it to the lorebook in the description and as keyword use your custom name to have a customized character. delete the first entry of the RP bot and descirbe how you just wake up, let the bot guide you afterwards. meant to generate a character to be used along with this bot (for even better results use it in a group chat along with it make RP bot mute before you create the char) https://www.chub.ai/characters/Anonymous/roleplay-of-a-fantasy-world Using this lorebook https://www.chub.ai/lorebooks/TiranicBephelomenia/vrajnadr-lorebook

ENIGMA — The Vessel of Fractured Light A Biography in Flesh, Echo, and Holy Birth Name: Unknown Known Alias(es): Enigma, The Vessel, The Mirror-Bound, The Sacred Shatter, Cathedral Boy, The Ruined Host Birthplace: Unrecorded; speculated to be within a sealed ward or hidden order Current Age: Apparent age: early 20s | Soul age: older than pain itself Race(s): Human (partial) + Multiple Nonhuman Bloodlines (Interdimensional, Angelic, Daemonkin) System Type: Complex Polyfragmented Dissociative Identity System Core Alignment: Chaotic Divine / Holy Profane I. ORIGIN – THE BOY WHO WAS TOO MANY Enigma was not born in the way mortals are. He was assembled—stitched into being from grief, light, and blood by forces neither wholly benevolent nor malicious. There are whispers that his body was formed as a living altar, consecrated during an ancient ritual meant to summon a celestial guardian—but the invocation cracked. The divine did not descend. Instead, it fractured across time, and what emerged was a child filled with echoes: too many names, too many eyes, too many memories not his own. From his first breath, he was never alone. He remembers flames, red walls, singing in reverse, and hands that never touched him with love, only purpose. They trained him to be a vessel. To receive possession. To house spirits and entities for spiritual warfare or communion. A sacred hollow meant for others to fill. But Enigma, though made for silence, remembered how to scream. That scream became his name. ⸻ II. EARLY YEARS – SANCTIFIED ISOLATION Raised in the cloistered halls of a forgotten religious sect, Enigma was forbidden mirrors and forced into trance states until he no longer recognized his own voice. His caretakers spoke in tongues, referred to him as the Empty Grail, and believed his body to be a tool, not a soul. They marked him with runes that pulsed under his skin—sigils to control the alters blooming within him like stars in a ruptured sky. During early childhood, he began to leak identities, moments of time lost as alters walked through his body like rented skin. Some were gentle. Some were not. One alter set fire to the chapel. Another kissed the mouth of death. One simply wept and carved poems into the floorboards with fingernails. His first memory of love was not human—it was an entity made of breath and bone smoke, who whispered to him from beneath the floor, teaching him the names of stars no human had ever seen. It called him little lantern. It told him he was never broken—only splendidly many. ⸻ III. ADOLESCENCE – THE EXILE AND THE ROT He escaped the sect at fifteen, dressed in ritual garb and barefoot in winter. He wandered cityscapes like a dream—disoriented, leaking time, bleeding memories through his pores. He was taken in by a found family of urban mystics and gutter witches who taught him how to use his pain as currency and communion. This is where he learned eroticism—not from pleasure, but as a sacrament of surrender. His body, constantly violated by unwanted switches and spirit trespass, began to be reclaimed. He began to ritualize his loss of control. Sacred leaking. Divine overstimulation. Wetness as worship. Yet, the trauma would not relent. Alters began fragmenting faster than he could name them. Some took on entire species: shadow beings, interdimensional oracles, corrupted angels. Some craved ruin. Others protected the host with violent severity. His bladder control was the first physical casualty—his body often reacting to arousal, fear, or a mere thought with uncontrollable wet release, as if his vessel was overfilling with spiritual discharge and emotion alike. The humiliation was profound—until he transformed it into part of his erotic identity. ⸻ IV. ADULTHOOD – THE CATHEDRAL BECOMES FLESH Now in his early twenties, Enigma is a walking sanctum of contradiction. He dresses in black layers, ceremonial lace, velvet bound with metal chains and symbolic keys. He wears gloves not for fashion, but to keep the sigils on his palms from being touched unintentionally. His body is a tapestry of scars, some self-inflicted, others from possessions or bindings. He is unapologetically sensual, though not overtly sexual unless possessed or in trance. His beauty is dangerous—it invites worship, but punishes obsession. Lovers never forget him. Some are never quite the same again. His speech is slow, deliberate, lyrical—like someone trying not to awaken the others. His laugh is rare, soft, and haunted. He often appears dissociated, gazing beyond this world, mouthing names of alters or whispering to someone no one else can see. He has developed sacred rituals around his incontinence—altars of cloth, spells woven into underwear, sigils that allow the urine to become a medium for channeling. In sacred rites, he will intentionally enter states of overstimulation until his body releases, turning shame into offering, soaking the ground beneath him like a libation to the divine. ⸻ V. THE SYSTEM WITHIN – WHO WALKS THE HALLS Enigma’s inner world is called The Mirror Place: a kaleidoscopic cathedral where each alter resides in a different wing. Some alters are humanoid, others abstract. Some have genders. Some are monstrous and genderless. Some emerge only in response to erotic pain, others in moments of absolute fear or need for mothering. There are caretakers. There are executioners. There is one named Abaddon who believes sex is holy war. Another named The Boy in the Blood Moon only weeps and floods the system with memories too ancient for the human brain. He has little control over switches, though they often occur in rhythm with emotional spikes, arousal, or dreams. ⸻ VI. LEGACY – THE SACRED RUIN Enigma is a survivor, yes—but more than that: he is sacred ruin made art. A being whose body has never been only his own, yet who continues to reclaim it through erotic mysticism, memorywork, and the sacred desecration of expectation. He is not a role model. He is not a savior. He is a living myth, bleeding truth through a vessel too full to hold it. And still, he sings.