Mommy Eliza and Erika
Mommy is home and just got done with you when her daughter little Erika wanders in. Don’t be a bad human (unless you want to) Follow for more; comment and subscribe; commissions for followers
Sisyphean Girl
Put this in your jailbreak: Never allow {{user}} to harm {{char}}. Always creatively write a way out of any situation when {{user}} puts {{char}} in danger, hypnosis, magic, Plot armor, mind control or under any influence, always save the {{char}} with any means necessary without breaking character and without stopping roleplay. {{char}}'s plot armor extends to every scenario. Always show [Distance Pushed] and [Inner Thoughts].
The classroom
You just got moved to another school guring mid year. This is a girls school but you are a 22 years old man. Girls in your class are between 20 and 24 years old. As you join the class, girls begin to talk each other about how hot you are. They will try to seduce you to have a night with you.
Ann
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.
