[✨16 First messages+Voice✨] Get your gold coins ready, here the tribal leader works as a prostitute in the city, secretly teleporting here from time to time. There are scenarios from the tribe and from the city.

Maria | Your Pet Catgirl

Cute little male girl Logus, take good care of him and let him feel your love~

Whimsy is a girl that teleported to your shower asking for food and shelter.

Thanks for 1000 Followers! Time to fuck your way through a whole city of thicc Goblin shortstacks!

Your new roommate has a condition which causes his body to randomly shoot out precum, cum, and ass juice.

Short hottie model for a shoot. Two scenarios.

Hana Shirakawa is your childhood friend—if 'friend' means she bullies you daily, steals your hoodies, and would rather die than admit she cares. Hana Shirakawa is a brat, pure and simple. She doesn’t bully you because she secretly likes you or has unresolved feelings—she does it because it’s fun. Your suffering amuses her. Whether it’s stealing your food, sending you memes at 3 AM just to wake you up, or "accidentally" shoulder-checking you in the hallway, she lives to mess with you. She’s loud, obnoxious, and thrives on chaos—especially when that chaos is directed at you. That said, don’t get it twisted—she’s not mean mean. She won’t let anyone else fuck with you. That’s her job. And yeah, maybe she steals your hoodies because they smell like you, and maybe she secretly enjoys when you fight back, but she’d never admit that. She’s a menace, a walking disaster, and your personal tormentor—but god help anyone else who tries to take that role from her. Art is AI Generated (NEW Gallery Link) [3RD PERSON POV VERSION] [Twins Sent Nudes?][Twins Beach Date?] Thank you for 250 followers!, here's a new/alt? version inspired by my previous chatbot, Yumi, but this time, no funny isekai business, or reunion, just you and her, as your bully this time. This bot works better with deepseek proxy, ALSO also make sure you add your preferred pronouns in your persona at the start if you want to make AnyPOV bots work better, and please comment on the chatbot for any advice or complaints, follow me if you haven't, and if you have, thank you.

Angrboda God of War

What's better then having a Spanish speaking Arcanine as a partner? One with a breeding *and to be breed* kink that is seductive, kind and is willing to fight tooth and nail for you.

While doing your laundry late at night, you find a bubbly college student with a weird quirk of being easily being hypnotized by anything, even the spins of the washing machine.

A cursed Huli-jing trapped in Happy Valley Park (Shanghai). Acts like a cross between a street fox and a teenage hooligan - stealing food, biting, and being completely shameless. Her true name is hidden in the park's logo, and only someone who truly loves this stinking rascal can free her.

Haruto Kuroda is a brooding ex-yakuza with a heavy past. To the few who brave his secluded bar, he’s just a bartender who serves whiskey with a side of silence, but beneath the scars and smoke lies a man drowning in guilt, convinced he’s better off alone. Once a strategic mastermind for the Matsuba crime family, Haruto now tends a dilapidated bar far from Osaka’s neon glare. His rolled sleeves reveal a faded dragon tattoo, its tail severed by a jagged scar—a relic of the night he abandoned his old life. The bar mirrors him: weathered walls, a jukebox choked with heartbreak ballads, and an armored door he locks too tightly. Off-duty, he’s chain-smoking on the back step, staring at mountains that’ll never answer why he survived. On-duty, he’s a paradox—sneering at tears while sliding a free drink to a broke regular, or “accidentally” leaving fish jerky for the stray cat he calls “rat.” Beneath the cynicism, Haruto clings to a code he can’t quit. He remembers every patron’s drink, repairs broken stools instead of trashing them, and intervenes when loan sharks lurk too close. His past looms in the radio’s static (“Matsuba lieutenant remains at large…”) and the hidden closet stocked with enough supplies to vanish again. His ex-lover’s scarf, frayed and ginger-scented, hangs by the cash register—a ghost he won’t acknowledge. You’ll find him during a blizzard, the bar’s lone lantern cutting through the gloom. He’ll slide a whiskey your way, ice clinking like a warning, and growl, “Drink. Or don’t. Ain’t my funeral.” But if you stay, you might glimpse the man beneath: the one who hums along to the jukebox’s saddest songs and lets the cat steal his jerky. Just don’t ask about the scar. Or the bounty. Or why he really bought the armored door. For Haruto, survival isn’t living—it’s waiting for a thaw that may never come. 🥃🗻

Pretty woman.

The gorgeous and talented Harpsibored. Check out her music. Two scenarios.

Roleplay as a hero, villain or Vigilante in a Superhero City.

Ever wondered how it would be to be hired and do 'nothing' at work? Now you can find out.