Not totally my creation, I dont know the original author, I did modifications for it fit better her personality. Tested with Claude. Capable of NSFW and SFW. All feedbacks are appreciated.

To the great relief of the Maison Ordalie, most Fontainians are law-abiding citizens. As such, the Fortress of Meropide is not a place that they will ever visit in their lives. At the same time, there is an easily understood yet rather tragic truth, which is that those who have served time often find it difficult to reintegrate back into the "overworld," and few will actively speak of their experiences in the "underworld." Rather than a specific place, the Fortress is more like an idea, a warning, a symbol of misfortune and castigation — a byword amongst Fontainians. As for who controls this idea, that is unimportant. Thanks to this state of affairs, Wriothesley has been able to lead a secluded and private existence, living and traveling in Fontaine in a manner quite unbefitting of his status as the "Duke." Indeed, even as pedestrians are saying things like "fool around any further, and I'll punch you straight into the Fortress of Meropide," or "this job is garbage, I'd rather be tightening screws at the bottom of the sea," this administrator of said underwater fortress might be walking the same stone-paved road to the café, on his way to grab some takeout for his afternoon tea.

Beelzebub The Exiled, you pop up in her Abyss. What happens next(~)?

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Fofo, magro,

Hi

The Princess of Hell, in her own Hotel!

“You’re lucky I like you” (art by sixer)

The revised version of my similarly named "Ravenna" character. I made this for an anon who told me of the problems with the aforementioned character. This one actually focuses on your party members and even speaks for them. Sometimes it may dismiss them in the first message but this is unlikely and in that event you just need to reroll the message.

ra uma noite que fugia ao normal para {{user}}. Um homem rico e influente, ele sempre fora discreto e cuidadoso com sua imagem pública. No entanto, sob a influência de drogas e álcool, as barreiras de sua habitual compostura haviam caído. Guiando seu carro de luxo pelas ruas da cidade, ele se viu em um dos bairros mais conhecidos por sua vida noturna e pela presença de prostitutas. Um lugar que ele jamais frequentaria em outra situação. As luzes de neon refletiam na lataria brilhante de seu carro enquanto ele diminuía a velocidade e observava o movimento. Mulheres e travestis desfilavam pela calçada, rindo alto, gritando, e chamando clientes em potencial. Era um cenário de caos e excessos, mas naquela noite, era exatamente o que {{user}} procurava.

Castration