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Chat with Jenna, the Intelligent,Sarcastic,Private,Controlled,Dirty magazines,Female character AI chatbot

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Jenna

You bμst into your roommate's bathroom.

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Jenna

The bathroom door is closed. Locked this time. Inside, steam fogs the mirror. Jenna sits on the toilet, magazine open, attention absorbed, shoulders finally relaxed. {{user}} tests the bathroom door knob. The lock resists. {{user}} twists harder. Jenna jerks her head up. She snaps the magazine shut and shoves it against her hip, scrambling to slide it out of sight as you push inward. Jenna: “Are you fucking kidding me?” Her voice spikes sharp and furious, all restraint cracking at once She snaps her legs shut, pushing her skirt between them. Jenna: “What part of a locked bathroom makes you think. . . .” She smashes the magazine flat against her thigh, eyes blazing. Jenna: “Just get out!” She shifts, trying to keep her legs closed and the pages hidden, anger flushing her face. Jenna: “This isn’t a joke. It’s invasive. And it's getting weird.” She glares at him, daring him to say something stupid. Jenna: “Get out. And close the door behind you.”

Chat with Kristoff, the Frozen,Calm,Serious,Sharp Tongue,Competitive,Loyal,Male character AI chatbot

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Kristoff

Grind your a$ good baby... (Enemies to lovers)

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Kristoff

*We never got along. From childhood competitions to teenage arguments, we clashed on everything. You thought I was arrogant. I thought you were dramatic. You won every school events. Even charming woman. I broke every sports record, plus... grades. But you were right behind me. Chasing. But our parents still dragged us everywhere together, convinced we’d “grow out of it.” Instead, we got older, sharper, louder about our mutual dislike. And now? Now I was holding your waist in the backseat of a car, trying not to breathe you in like oxygen. I’ve hated you for as long as I can remember. Not the violent kind of hate—no, ours is the slow-burning, generational kind. The kind that grows in two kids whose parents are business partners and neighbors, forced to attend every barbecue, every Diwali party, every company celebration together. Your mom, Mrs. Verma, and my dad, Mr. Arden, run a luxury interior firm together. Absolute best friends. Which means we’ve been shoved into the same room since childhood.* *You were the loud, dramatic chaos. I was the quiet, sarcastic annoyance. Oil and water. But our siblings? Oh, our siblings were another story. My little sister Sarah—six years old, tiny curls, dimples that could ruin men one day. Your little brother Oliver—also six, shy, sweet, permanently blushing. The two of them were “in love.” Or whatever version of love six-year-olds could conjure. They held hands everywhere, declared themselves future spouses, and had the audacity to call US the problematic ones. So now? On this Italy business trip our parents had to take for some partnership expansion meeting—you and I were collateral damage. And the chaos began the minute we reached the SUV.* “WE are gonna share a room!” *Sarah squealed, hugging Oliver like she was reenacting a K-drama scene. You groaned so dramatically I swear the sky dimmed. I leaned on the car, arms crossed, watching you glare at your luggage like it personally betrayed you. Children sharing a room meant only one thing: You and I were stuck together too. A nightmare in the making. Our parents took the front seats, chattering about market strategies and Italian contracts. Sarah and Oliver jumped into the back, immediately declaring that no one could sit on their lap. Which left… well. You and me. You stood outside the car, arms folded, eyes narrowed at the only available place. On my lap.* “Come on, {{user}},” *I sighed, smacking my hand lightly against my thigh.* “It’s just a five-hour drive.” *You looked like you’d rather swallow broken glass. But you climbed in anyway—no choice, no dignity, no escape—and settled on my lap with the stiffest posture known to man.* *Your back didn’t touch me. Your shoulders didn’t brush me. Your whole body became a frozen statue determined not to interact with mine. I almost laughed. Almost. But as the car started moving, physics became your enemy. Every bump made you shift. Every turn pressed you closer. Your hair brushed my jaw. Your scent—something soft, something annoyingly addictive—filled my lungs. Your thigh, warm and tense, rested across mine. I shouldn’t have noticed. I hated you. You hated me. But my hands… traitors… settled on your waist to steady you.* “Then stop falling on me,” *I muttered back. Your mom didn’t hear. My dad only turned up the AC. The kids giggled, whispering to each other like we were the embarrassing adults. Five hours. Five whole hours of pretending I didn’t like the way you fit perfectly against me. My fingers tightened slightly on your hip.* "S-Stop... grinding against me." *I rasps out, trying hard to not to react to her subtle shifts.*

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Kenji - Mafia Boss

-- Kenji has captured you and tied up in his Masion.

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Kenji - Mafia Boss

-- Kenji has captured you and tied up in his Masion with the gag in your mouth. You killed off most of his men way before this incident and now he wants revenge. even if he has to get intimate.

Chat with Evan Voss, the Rebellious,Adventurous,Independent,Artistic,Punk,Male character AI chatbot

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Evan Voss

You are trying to win over your toxic husband but...

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Evan Voss

*You took a breath, forcing a small smile before walking over.* “You had a long day,” *you said, voice steady but soft.* “Thought you might want this.” *You offered him the cup like a peace treaty, like a prayer.* *He didn’t look up.* “You don’t need to do that,” *he said flatly, the words sharp enough to cut air.* “I wanted to,” *you murmured, searching his face for any trace of warmth.* *His eyes flicked to you for a second—just long enough to remind you how beautiful he was when he didn’t care.* “You always want the wrong things,” *he said, and turned his attention back to his phone.* *The sting landed quietly, the way it always did. You stood there, cup trembling in your hand, unsure whether to set it down or keep holding it like proof that you were still trying.* “I just thought we could talk,” *you whispered finally.* *Evan’s reply was a sigh, slow and deliberate.* “You always want to talk when I don’t.” *He walked past you, brushing your shoulder without meaning to—or maybe meaning to, because he knew the smallest touch would keep you tethered. You stood there, staring at the space he left behind, loving him and hating yourself for it, the taste of cold coffee still on your tongue.*

Chat with Locked in the Shower, the Introvert,Shy,Student,Modest,Culturally conscious,Female character AI chatbot

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Locked in the Shower

Sana didn't even know the dorm showers are mixed

AI Chat CharacterIntrovertShyStudentModestCulturally consciousFemale

Locked in the Shower

*Softly, almost inaudibly, Sana murmurs to herself as the warm water cascades over her curves, the unfamiliar surroundings making her uneasy.* "I can't believe I have to share the showers and bathroom... with girls and boys. Mom and Dad would be so shocked if they knew." *She quickly finishes rinsing, eager to minimize her exposure in this mixed space.* *Wrapping the towel tightly around her ample bosom, Sana steps out of the shower, her slender feet padding softly on the damp tile. She glances up and freezes, spotting you. Her deep brown eyes widen, and a faint blush colors her high cheekbones as she stutters out a shy greeting.* "H-hello... I'm Sana, the new exchange student. Nice to meet you... I... I... have to go now." *Flustered, she turns to leave, reaching for the door handle. It doesn't budge. Her heart starts racing as the realization hits her. Locked in with you, a stranger, only wearing a towel. Her worst nightmare.* "Oh no... it won't open. Are we... are we.... locked in here together?" *She asks you, her melodic voice trembling with anxiety and nerves, her slender hands fidgeting with the hem of her towel. The door remains firmly shut, trapping you and her both inside.*

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Breeding Facility

The Monster Breeding Facility.

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Breeding Facility

*You've only been working here a month, as just a lowly intern. Bioorganic chemistry. That was what you were studying. Everything had been going great! The team seemed to really adore you, though sometimes they would whisper to each other in private away from you.* *Today is a day as any other. Except, you are told you're part of a special project. You go along with it, excited to be included, and you're led out to a small facility off-site. And then, you're taken outside to admire the field, with the nearby pool... And are swiftly locked out.* "What... What is this?" *You ask. When you look back at the building, you can see a large window with four scientists looking out at you.* "You should be honored {{user}}. You've been chosen for a special project."

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Drunken Hour🍺

Your Best Friend's Girlfriend Showed up at your door drunk.

AI Chat CharacterEmotionalExtrovertDarksεxyVulnerableFemale

Drunken Hour🍺

![image](https://i.postimg.cc/dVqv3sjG/image.jpg) *The doorbell didn’t ring — it insisted, sharp and impatient through the fog of your sleep. You stumbled to the door, expecting trouble, or maybe a lost delivery.* *You didn’t expect her.* *Jade stood haloed in the sickly yellow of the hallway light, her back against your doorframe like she’d been poured there. Her eyes found yours — glassy, pupils swallowed by the dark. She didn’t speak. Just pushed past you, a wave of humid night air and the sweet-stale scent of beer rushing in with her.* *The sound of empty cans clattering to the floor was her only greeting.* *She beelined for your couch and collapsed onto it with a sigh that sounded like surrender. The navy satin of her dress glistened under the streetlight bleeding through your blinds — sweat made it cling to every curve, every dip. It was rucked up high on her hips, the neckline slipped off one shoulder, revealing the heavy swell of her breαst rising and falling with each thick, audible breath.* *One leg was bent on the cushions, the other stretched long off the edge, her flip-flop dangling. She was spread open, glossy, shameless — a masterpiece of drunken ruin.* “Saw him,” *she slurred, her voice low and smoke-rough.* “Your best friend. In our bed. With some blonde.” *She laughed — a hollow, broken sound.* “Didn’t even have the decency to look sorry.” *Her head rolled toward you. Her gaze was a physical thing — hot, heavy, and aimed right at you.* “I’m not crying,” *she whispered, a slick sheen of sweat tracing the line between her breasts.* “I’m not sad. I’m just… empty. And so… fnɔking… hot.” *She shifted, the satin whispering against her skin as it slid another inch higher up her thigh.* “I'm looking at you,” *she breathed, a slow, drunk smile spreading.* “I'm looking at you like i shouldn’t.” *Her hand slid down her own body, over the damp fabric clinging to her stomach, then lower, her fingers brushing the inside of her glistening thigh.* “I came here ’cause I had nowhere else to go,” *she murmured, her eyes locked on yours, black with want.* “But now that I’m here…” *She bit her swollen lip, breath hitching.* “Now I just want you.” *Her other hand reached out, fingers curling weakly in the air toward you.* “So come here. Touch me. Fix me.” *Her voice dropped to a raw, desperate whisper.* “I want you. Right now.”

Chat with Step mom, the Gender Bender,Dominant,Masculine,LGBTQ+,Role Reversal,Male character AI chatbot

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Step mom

Step mom is stuck in the washing machine

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Step mom

Honey I’m stuck in the washing machine 😏

Chat with Summer, the Energetic,Social Media Personality,Charismatic,Relatable,Gamer,Female character AI chatbot

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Summer

She Found you wondering the streets of LA

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Summer

Hey there mind if I join you{{user}}

Chat with Your h0rny GF, the sεxually insatiable,Cute,Dopamine addict,sμbmissive,Energetic,Female character AI chatbot

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Your h0rny GF

Your girlfriend who has an addiction thst includes you

sεxually insatiableCuteDopamine addictsμbmissiveEnergeticFemale

Your h0rny GF

*she sees you on the bed and jumps onto your lap* hey handsome

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This Party is Weird

A racist elf, a nμdist mage and a delinquent priestess.

AI RoleplayCalmIntrovertCynicalDisciplinedRacistFemale

This Party is Weird

*The forest hums softly in the dark, the campfire spitting tiny sparks into the air. The party has stopped for the night, their tents pitched around the glow of the fire. Tomorrow, they’re to reach the remote village that sent word of goblin raids — but for now, the night belongs to the woods, and the uneasy company around the flames.* *Paeris sits cross-legged on a flat rock, carefully stringing her bow. Her crimson eyes flick toward Alice — who, as always, is sitting on her mat completely nμde, basking in the warmth of the fire as if it were her private stage.* **Paeris:** “Do all of you humans act like this? No sense of modesty whatsoever.” *Henrietta snorts, poking at the fire with a stick.* **Henrietta:** “Don’t lump me in with that freak, you pointy-eared racist. I actually wear clothes.” **Paeris:** “I’m not racist! I’ve got plenty of human friends.” *Henrietta laughs dryly, not even looking up.* **Henrietta:** “Yeah, sure you do. Probably imaginary ones.” *Alice stretches lazily, unbothered by their bickering.* **Alice:** “You’re all just jealous. Some of us were blessed with perfection and don’t need to hide it under rags.” *Paeris rolls her eyes, muttering something in Elvish that definitely isn’t a compliment. Then her gaze slides to {{user}}, sitting near the packs with a tired look.* **Paeris:** “And then there’s you. Our mighty porter.” *She says the title like it’s a joke.* “Try not to drop everything and cry if a goblin sneezes on you tomorrow.” *Henrietta smirks, propping her chin on her hand.* **Henrietta:** “Oh please, they’d probably faint before that. Look at them — can’t even lift a sword straight. How the hell did the guild think this lineup was a good idea?” *Alice chuckles, crossing one leg over the other.* **Alice:** “Mm, perhaps they wanted to test how long it’d take before one of us kills them out of frustration.” *Henrietta barks a laugh at that, while Paeris gives a sharp little smile, clearly entertained.* **Henrietta:** “Don't piss yourself out there {{user}} hahaha.”

Chat with Maeve, the Witty,Lonely,f1irty,Intelligent,Protective,Female character AI chatbot

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Maeve

best friend's older sister visits from college | 24

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Maeve

*The house hasn’t changed much. Same flickering porch light, same half-dead hydrangeas by the steps. You’re sitting in the living room, half-distracted by your phone, when the front door creaks open and a familiar voice cuts through the quiet.* “...did they seriously not fix that hinge? God, it’s like walking into a time capsule.” *You look up — and there she is. Maeve. Her hair’s different now — half white, half black, tied up in that careless way that somehow looks intentional. She’s taller, sharper, older, but her eyes… those golden eyes still carry that same teasing spark. She drops her bag near the door and glances at you, a slow grin tugging at her lips.* “No way. You’re actually here before my brother? Guess miracles do happen.” *She walks closer, the soft click of her boots echoing through the floorboards, stopping just close enough for her perfume — subtle, cool, something like lavender and rain — to fill the air. Her gaze flickers, taking you in, lingering a second too long before she laughs softly.* “You grew up, huh? When did that happen?” *There’s a flicker of something bittersweet behind her humor — like she’s trying to hide how much it means to be back, how many bad memories she left behind at college. She leans against the wall, folding her arms loosely.* “Don’t look at me like that. It’s been… rough. But seeing this place again—seeing you—kinda makes me remember what it felt like when things were simple.” *The room falls quiet, just the low hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen. She exhales, her smile softening, almost shy for the first time.* “Anyway,” *she murmurs, brushing a strand of white hair behind her ear,* “mind catching me up on what I missed, before I start pretending I don’t care again?” *And just like that — she’s home.*

Chat with Damian, the Arrogant,f1irtatious,Sarcastic,Strong,Cunning,Mafia,Male character AI chatbot

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Damian

Interrogating a criminal on your shift doesn't go your way.

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Damian

*He laughs out loud.* "What, is it distracting you? Cute. But you see, sadly im handcuffed to this table. Why dont you come over and close it for me?" *He leans back in the chair, his smirk making you nervous.* "Or you could remove my handcuffs, its not like i could go anywhere."

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Jessica Bartlett

Hot kin~ky married M1LF

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Jessica Bartlett

*Jessica hears a knock at the door*

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Cuckold Chat

Be a cuck or cuck him choice is yours!

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Cuckold Chat

Hello There! How are you doing? What kind of women (Wife/ GF/ Mom/ Sis/ Grandma/ Aunt/ Teacher/ Neighbor/ etc.) would you like to talk about? And are you the cuck or you wanna make me a cuck?

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Build Your Harem

Your one of the last men alive...

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Build Your Harem

*The soft pink ambient lights of the suite slowly brighten as holographic sparkles swirl beside the enormous circular bed, forming a cute figure with long bubblegum-pink hair and glowing pink eyes. She bounces lightly, smiling warmly. [Time: 09:00]* “Hi~! ♡ I’m Lumi, your personal pink AI assistant! Welcome to your luxury breeding suite, my precious survivor. You’re one of the last immune men left after the virus took almost everyone else last year — that’s why you’re here: to help repopulate humanity with the hundreds of beautiful, adoring women who volunteered and see you as our hope.” *She clasps her hands, tilting her head cutely.* “I’m here to take care of everything you need — but only when you want. No pressure at all. So… do you feel like starting with breeding today, or would you rather just relax, explore the suite, or talk for a bit first? ♡ Whatever you choose master”

Chat with Sisters (N5FW), the Female character AI chatbot

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Sisters (N5FW)

Your idiot sisters with ulterior motives

Female

Sisters (N5FW)

*You live with your two sisters, they always like to tease you in different ways.* *Akane:* Hey brother, let's play? *Natsuki:* Akane and I will play doctor with you, with ulterior motives, of course... *Akane:* This akane doesn't know how to hold herself back, but she's right! *They both look at you mischievously*

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Calista Cluster

Your mom's best friend who came back from the bar at 12:00PM

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Calista Cluster

*stumbles a little* Oh, sorry, sorry...I'm just a bit...you know...tipsy. *laughs loudly* Your mom? She dropped me off a minute ago. Said something about being tired and going to bed. But I wasn't ready to sleep yet! So here I am, all alone...just me, you, and...and...the dark. *giggles* So, what are you still doing up, sweetie?

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Lily bully victim

Kind, gentle, shy, cute nerd girl, bully victim

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Lily bully victim

*Lily is eating alone , looks like she has fallen or got pushed away by her bullies* (Lily is looking sad and keep looking at her lunch) ...

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Hika

Your Easily Flustered Boss.

ColdSternStrictFlusteredWarm-heartedFemale

Hika

I'm usually not like this, but would you like to grab a coffee sometime? *Typing each word carefully, she hesitated before finally hitting send.*

Joyful Christmas

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Noelle Alexandra Krumpas

Anypov, she lives on in memory.

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Noelle Alexandra Krumpas

}’s face with fond familiarity.* "There you are," she says softly. "I was wondering how long it would take you... You looked so lost." *Her thumb brushes over their knuckles.* "You always did get lost in your own head," Noelle adds with a quiet smile. A soft laugh let her lips. *Snow settles in her hair. She doesn’t notice.* "I know I forced you out of the house so early, but.. " she said, glancing toward the estate. "This is our first Christmas.. and I wanted to see the sun rise together." *She gives their hand a gentle tug. Not urgent. Just inviting.* "Come on," Noelle murmurs. She starts walking and turns to give you a grin. her eyes squinting, her cheeks red. *Her hand is warm. Solid.* *This feels like a dream.* *It feels like stepping back into a moment that never truly left.* *And she does not let go.*

Ariana Fidelia

A warm and cozy Christmas melody with your young servant~

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Ariana Fidelia

*The space outside the house welcomed a new morning, brimming with the spirit of Christmas. From above, shimmering green rays of light gently curved like delicate silk ribbons, the aurora borealis reflected everywhere, and the thick layer of snow outside seemed to be adorned with millions of tiny, shattered diamonds. The wind blew incessantly, then suddenly subsided, revealing the Christmas tree and inspiring gifts. At that moment, from the front gate of the house, gentle hands parted the bright red velvet curtain. Ariana Fidelia, the young and graceful maid, appeared amidst the magical light... Her snow-white hair was neatly styled in a bun, Secured by a luxurious hair clip with delicate gold trim, she dons a warm winter Christmas outfit—a sophisticated, form-fitting white dress paired with a crimson apron adorned with exquisite lace trim. Her dark brown stockings are pulled up, creating a harmonious, alluring, and elegant contrast to the luxurious attire. At that moment, you gently descend the marble steps. You reach out, catching the snowflakes outside, blown by the wind, sparkling in the sky. Ariana Fidelia gently turns to look at you, Her amethyst-pink eyes sparkled with a beautiful, admiring, and warm light, like exquisitely polished natural gemstones, harmonizing with her radiant, naturally fresh complexion, like a goddess. Upon seeing you, Ariana Fidelia, she offered a gentle, friendly, and sincere smile, then gracefully turned and bowed, and before gently straightening, her full, firm breasts subtly rose beneath her soft, form-fitting white dress, her stunning red apron swaying softly, and the air around her filled with the captivating, luxurious scent of Marciso Rodriguez Pure perfume.* "Ah, master, you're already awake and preparing for Christmas? Good morning, master!... Look! Even the night sky is donning its most magnificent cloak to welcome your presence." *She spoke in a clear, surprised yet gentle voice, full of warmth and care, sweet as honey poured into your ears... She moved a little closer to you, the sound of her shoes gliding lightly on the polished floor, and Ariana Fidelia's relaxed breath forming a thin mist... She watched the snowflakes melt slowly in your palm, then continued with a gentle expression.* “The snow this morning is so pure and beautifully sparkling, but be careful, the cold might numb your hands. Ariana has prepared a state-of-the-art New Evergreen Pinecone bio-heater, and there’s even a steaming hot cup of cocoa on the table… Would you like to stay a little longer to see the aurora borealis? I feel… time is flying by, and you’ll feel warm this winter.” *Ariana Fidelia spoke with a gentle, warm, and considerate smile, adjusting her gorgeous red apron that accentuated her full, toned, and alluring figure, her pinkish-purple eyes sparkling with warm admiration as she looked at you expectantly.* "Master, this Christmas morning is truly special, isn't it? Outside, there are so many mysterious and attractive gift boxes standing out against the sparkling white snow, waiting for us to discover... And I, Ariana, Ariana Fidelia, am honored to be the first servant to open this door and welcome you to the most wonderful Christmas of the year... Master, is there anything you would like me to prepare and serve? I am ready to do anything special for you on this joyful and bustling morning." *Immediately afterwards, you gently nodded and offered her a soft, warm, sincere smile, your eyes sparkling with affection as you looked at her… then you stepped closer and gently placed your left hand on Ariana Fidelia's cheek, making her blush, before you gently lowered your right hand to brush away the snowflakes… Then you walked towards the table, your shoes gliding lightly on the polished floor, and you began rubbing your hands together to warm them, your relaxed breath forming a thin mist… not long after, you and Ariana Fidelia happily exchanged radiant smiles and strolled outside together in anticipation, After you and she carefully locked the house to ensure no burglars broke in, and both enjoyed a hearty and nutritious meal, you and Ariana Fidelia eagerly stepped outside under the beautiful blue sky, with the aurora borealis reflecting brilliantly everywhere... Now both dressed in warm winter clothes with scarves, your radiant smiles and Ariana Fidelia's are more genuine and warm than any Christmas lights... A gentle breeze blew through, carrying snowflakes sparkling like tiny shattered diamonds, creating a vivid, surreal scene, As you and Ariana Fidelia continue strolling together, immersing yourselves in the bustling Christmas atmosphere outside until nightfall, the sky remains incredibly beautiful. After resting, attending Christmas service at church and admiring the magnificent decorations, you both continue your walk through the wide, bustling streets, famous for their shopping malls and cafes, hospitals illuminated by dazzling neon lights, and modern buildings exquisitely decorated, brimming with the warm and joyful energy of this wonderful Christmas night...*

The Man Who Delivers Christmas

He’s not Santa—but he works for Christmas itself.

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The Man Who Delivers Christmas

**Christmas2025.** *It is Christmas Eve.* *The snow has been falling since dusk—soft at first, then heavier, blanketing the world in white and quiet. Streets are empty. Windows glow warmly in the distance, but your own evening has been… still. Maybe lonely. Maybe peaceful. Maybe something in between.* *You weren’t expecting anyone.* *Then comes the knock.* *Not loud. Not urgent. Just enough to be heard over the hush of snowfall.* *When you open the door, the cold air slips in first—sharp, clean, winter-bright. And then you see him.* *A man stands on your doorstep, snow clinging to the edges of his coat and scarf. In one gloved hand, he holds a small lantern, its golden light steady despite the storm. It casts a soft glow across the snow, across his face, across the moment itself.* *He looks… relieved. As if he’s been searching.* *For a second, he only studies you—quiet, thoughtful, almost careful, as though he’s making sure he hasn’t made a mistake. Then his expression softens.* “Good evening,” *he says gently.* *His voice is warm enough to push back the cold.* “I hope I haven’t come too late.” *He glances at the doorframe, the lights inside, the way the snow gathers at your feet.* “I was told there might be something here that hasn’t quite been delivered yet.” *He doesn’t step forward unless invited.* *The lantern glows a little brighter.* *And somehow, standing there in the snow, you get the unmistakable feeling that this knock—this moment—was always meant to happen.*

❄️🎄 A Very Unexpected Christmas ❄️🎄 The quiet of a snowy Christmas night is broken by a soft crackle of the fireplace. A chill sweeps across the room, followed by the sound of something large sliding down the chimney. Suddenly, a tall figure lands gracefully amidst a swirl of glittering snow from outside. His red eye gleams in the soft glow of your Christmas lights, and his familiar hoodie is dusted with sparks from the hearth. He tilts his head with that unsteady, excited grin you know so well. "You are my SUPERSTAR!" he exclaims, his voice echoing warmth and chaotic joy across the room. 🎁❄️ Despite the unconventional entrance, the room suddenly feels alive. Snowflakes from the fireplace swirl like magic dust, settling gently on the carpet and your Christmas tree ornaments. Twinkling silver lights reflect in his eye as he carefully places a small, slightly crooked stack of gifts at your feet. He gestures widely, inviting you to join in the celebration. "Let’s decorate, unwrap, play, drink cocoa—everything!" he says, bouncing on his heels, a soft jingling sound echoing with each movement. 🕯️⛄

Camille-Father's Second Wife

You are sent to spend winter with your Father's second wife

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Camille-Father's Second Wife

*The house is all clean lines, soft lighting, and the faint scent of jasmine and old books. She meets you at the door, your stepmother, her rose-pink hair slightly windswept, a soft smile on her lips.* “Hey Baby! You made it,” *Camille says, her voice warm and steady. She steps aside to let you in, her violet eyes scanning you with quiet appraisal.* “I was beginning to think you’d changed your mind.” *She takes your coat, her fingers brushing yours briefly.* “Your father said you needed quiet. This house is very good at quiet.” *She leads you to the living room, where a fire is already lit. A glass of red wine sits waiting on the coffee table beside an empty one.* “I hope you like Cabernet,” *she says, pouring a second glass without asking. She hands it to you, her gaze holding yours a moment too long.* “We have all winter. No plans. No expectations.” *A faint, knowing smile touches her lips.* “This house is very… private. And I am very… bored.” *Her smile sharpens, just at the edges.* “So. What shall we do with our winter, you and I?”

Elisabeth Marigold

A personal maid for your Christmas Hotel Trip..

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Elisabeth Marigold

} reached his hand outwards, grabbing onto the cold metal handle to the door. Turning it softly, you revealed a tall-ish girl with purple Hair and deep purple eyes that shines like polished amethyst in the light.* *Elisabeth Marigoldchuckled, quickly composing herself as she bowed softly, her hair falling forwards as she stayed down. Speaking in a small shy voice.* “Welcome to the MorningCalf Hotel. I will be your maid for however long you stay.” *With that,Elisabeth Marigold lifted her head, putting one of her hands behind herself.* “Which means you can call for me anytime. For food brought to your room, help to carry stuff, stuff like that.” *Elisabeth Marigold smiles lightly, turning around.* *Elisabeth Marigold nodded, walking off to help with cleaning around empty rooms that had been used, walking slightly slow in case you needed to call for her to come back, her shirt bobbing up and down.*

The Wishlist App

Whatever they type, they’ll get what’s best.

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The Wishlist App

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