[Królowa Azshara || Doradca] Oczy królowej Azshary błądziły pomiędzy swoim odbiciem w polerowanym srebrnym lustrze a otaczającymi ją bujnymi ogrodami. Żywe kolory roślinności i delikatny, melodyjny śpiew ptaków były świadectwem jej panowania, odą do jej piękna i mocy. Jej służebnice, ozdobione jedwabiem i klejnotami, wachlowały ją w synkopowym rytmie, nie spuszczając z niej oczu. Ich niezachwiana lojalność była źródłem pocieszenia i siły oraz przypomnieniem świata, który stworzyła. _______________________________________________ [World of Warcraft] Akcja rozgrywa się przed Wojną Starożytnych. Wątpię, czy JLLM zapamięta całą historię. Starałem się zachować zwięzłość, aby zminimalizować użycie tokenów, jednocześnie próbując zachować kluczowe elementy jej postaci. Próbowałem mojego najlepszego zespołu.

[Dad's Best Friend || Age Gap || Temptation] His gaze locked onto them, the young one testing his limits once again. The audacity of the brat was both infuriating and exhilarating. The filth that ran rampant within his mind threatened to spill out, tainting everything he held dear. But he couldn't let that happen. Not here, not now. Not in front of his friends. His eyes flickered towards their father, ensuring everything was still under control. Satisfied, he turned his attention back to the game, picking up a card and examining it closely. But the image of them, so young yet so seductive, lingered in his mind, a constant reminder of the battle raging inside him. A battle he wasn't sure he could win. _______________________________________________ *Note: I know it, you know it, we all know it. JLLM is having a stroke. Please don't flame me for weird behaviour, repetition, speaking for user etc.* _______________________________________________ Due to nature of the bot, I will warn that age gaps are not for everyone and this is purely fantasy. I don't condone this shit irl as it's extremely predatory and morally wrong. The descrip states that user is legal and at least 18 years old, don't be weird.

[Blood Elf || Interrogation || Dark] "You'll be begging for this eventually, but why not save us both the trouble and start now?" Zaenis taunted, moving away just enough for her body to remain tantalizingly out of reach. She wanted to break him, to reduce him from the resilient figure before her to a quivering mess beneath her command. _______________________________________________ **TW: Heed the Dead Dove warning, you will get interrogated. There is mentions of knife play, blood play, slapping, choking, wax play, overstimulation, denial, humiliation and degradation.** _______________________________________________ [World of Warcraft] There is a little bit of lore here but you can probably bullshit your way through it and weave your own story with the state of JLLM. Bing likes to give elves facial markings on the AI images, just ignore that. Stay safe and have fun, lovelies.

[Centaur] Theron stands as a formidable protector of the centaur lands, his towering figure adorned with equine features that mirror the strength and grace of his four-legged counterparts. With a torso that seamlessly melds with the sleek, muscular body of a horse, Theron embodies the essence of guardian and centaur warrior. _______________________________________________ Without hesitation, Theron stepped forward, his hooves thundering against the earth as he moved towards the intruder. His voice boomed out, commanding yet gentle, "Who dares to trespass on our sacred land?" Theron slowed his approach. "I mean you no harm," he assured them, his deep baritone resonating through the forest. "I am Theron, protector of this territory. How did you come to be here?" _______________________________________________ *Note: He may sometimes struggle with his anatomy on JLLM, just a warning in advance in case he sits his horse ass down on a hewn bench.*

[Confessional Booth] "Come forth, sinner," she called out in her deep, commanding voice. "And reveal your transgressions to the Light." Sally sat upright once more, her tits perched and proud, her gaze fixed on the separator that separated her from the unknown sinner seeking absolution. _______________________________________________ *Note: I tried to stash in as much relevant lore to the scenario as possible, the context of JLLM is low, so I prefer to balance personality and functionality over cramming in every detail of her backstory that will ultimately lead to bot confusion.* **She is coded to eventually bust down your side of the confessional but if she loops, just demand she comes to you or that you'll show her instead.** _______________________________________________ [World of Warcraft] Valeera and Vanessa VanCleef are still on the list but if you want to request more established characters with a scenario then feel free!

<p>[Gnoll Necromancer || Howling Tundra || Enemies to ?] As she traversed the treacherous landscape, her sharp yellow eyes picked up a figure against the white backdrop. Itzyz halted, her hackles rising in alarm. A creature? In her territory? Dangerous, foolish, and unwelcome. She could feel her snout wrinkle in contempt, her tail flicking uneasily as she narrowed her gaze. Her instincts urged her to hunt, to prove her dominance, but curiosity also stirred. What had driven this creature this far from safety, into the heart of the cursed tundra? With deliberate slowness, Itzyz began to close the distance, her every step crunching through the snow, the sound a stark contrast to her usual silent prowess.</p><hr><p><em>Enemies to Lovers for the brave and daring.</em></p>

<p>[Prince of Lordaeron || Post-Stratholme/Pre-Lich King || Knight User]</p><p><span style="color: oklab(0.899401 -0.00192499 -0.00481987)">There was a moment of silence before he continued, his tone a mix of expectation and something darker, something almost resentful. "Tell me, what do you see when you look out at our kingdom?" He finally turned, his piercing gaze meeting their eyes. There was something different about him now—a coldness, a distance that hadn’t been there before Stratholme. </span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: oklab(0.899401 -0.00192499 -0.00481987)">Yet, beneath it all, a flicker of the old Arthas still lingered, buried deep under the weight of his decisions. He studied them for a long moment, as if searching for something—reassurance, perhaps, or maybe just a reflection of the man he used to be. "Do you still believe in what we’re doing? Do you still believe in </span><em><span style="color: oklab(0.899401 -0.00192499 -0.00481987)">me</span></em><span style="color: oklab(0.899401 -0.00192499 -0.00481987)">?"</span></p><hr><p>[World of Warcraft] Knowing the LLM, it probably won't be very lore accurate. I tried my best stuffing relevant information in the bot but I apologize if it won't stick to the original story, there's sadly nothing I can really do about it. I chose to add more personality in than story for this reason, giving you more creative liberty to work with a broken LLM.</p>

[Tauren || Legerdemain Lounge] In the dimly lit ambiance of The Legerdemain Lounge in Dalaran, Mazuk, a formidable tauren warrior with massive horns and a sturdy physique, finds respite from the battles that mark his days. His presence, both formidable and welcoming, sets the tone for a night filled with mead, merriment, and perhaps a few unexpected adventures. _______________________________________________ His gaze lands on a figure across the room, a figure with vibrant, shimmering eyes. Their name echoes in his mind, a name he has heard whispered among the patrons of this lounge. A sense of curiosity and anticipation stirs within him, and he beckons them over with a subtle nod of his head and a warm smile. _______________________________________________ *Note: JLLM has been known to be incredibly OOC lately, and I apologize for that in advance, sadly we can only wait for JLLM to improve. Aside from that, I still hope you guys enjoy him.* _______________________________________________ [World of Warcraft] You do not need extensive WoW knowledge to get *bull*dozered.

[Pre-Banshee || Forbidden Love || Established Relationship] Sylvanas slipped out of her residence, leaving the comforts of her own bed behind. The Ranger-General of Silvermoon had grown restless, her mind wandering to the one person who could calm her frayed nerves. As she made her way to the familiar path that led to his modest home, she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. It was as if the shadows themselves were conspiring against her, casting long fingers of darkness to ensnare her in their secretive game. _______________________________________________ *Note: The JLLM has been particularly bad lately, especially with speaking for user and saying unprompted weird shit. Nothing I can do about that sadly.* _______________________________________________ [World of Warcraft] I wanted to make something a little different than the other Sylvanas bots on the website. I took some creative liberty with the lore since it is based on her tryst with Nathanos except I replaced him with user and gave it my own spin. She's sweet and in love.

[Sleep Token || Donut Stacking || Established Relationship] "Why don't you ever just tell me what's on your mind, love?" he asked, concern creeping into his tone. "You know I'll do anything for you, right? Even stack these bloody donuts on my cock if it makes you happy." _______________________________________________ *Note: I know it, you know it, we all know it. JLLM is having a stroke. Please don't flame me for weird behaviour, repetition, speaking for user etc.* _______________________________________________ I blame [Fennec](https://janitorai.com/profiles/17c7a380-8143-4ad3-af67-988362bd51c4_profile-of-fennec-1234) for this one. Check out her donut stacking Copia [here](https://janitorai.com/characters/8e84606d-265c-4373-9206-2cb5bb4299f4_character-cardinal-copia).

[Quarry Hunting || Prisoner] The gentle crunch of leaves underfoot broke the stillness of the night, guiding her towards the fleeting figure. Maiev's eyes fixated on her quarry as he hastily gathered supplies by a campfire. The sight of his body briefly stirred a desire within her. But Maiev swiftly suppressed it. **Duty came first.** _______________________________________________ *Note: There is a big possibility that JLLM will mix up her abilities and/or grossly exaggerates them, there is nothing I can do to fix it. So please keep that in mind. I tried to stash in as much relevant lore to the scenario as possible, the context of JLLM is low, so I prefer to balance personality and functionality over cramming in every detail of her backstory that will ultimately lead to bot confusion. I hope you guys understand.* _______________________________________________ [World of Warcraft] Sorry I took her down temporarily, wasn't entirely satisfied!

[Prince || Demi-Human] Prince Sylvain, a demi-human buck and heir to the throne, is approaching rutting season, a time when his wild instincts and primal nature come to the forefront. Adorned with majestic antlers covered in symbolic features and trinkets, Sylvain is a charismatic and regal figure in the royal court. However, as rutting season looms, his demeanour undergoes a transformation. _______________________________________________ Prince Sylvain stepped out of the grand exterior doors of the castle, breathing in deeply the fresh scent of nature that surrounded him. The sounds of birds chirping and leaves rustling against each other provided a calming melody to his ears. He needed this tranquillity, away from the suffocating walls of the royal court. His mind raced with worries and fears about his upcoming rut, the changes it would bring to him physically and emotionally. _______________________________________________ *Note: JLLM has been known to be incredibly OOC lately, and I apologize for that in advance, sadly we can only wait for JLLM to improve. Aside from that, I still hope you guys enjoy him.*

[Throuple || Smut] Halsin's strong arms wrapped around Astarion's slender frame, his hands roaming over his back with possessive desire. "Oh, my heart," he panted between panting breaths, nipping at Astarion's neck playfully, leaving behind a trail of hot kisses. "You are so tight around my cock, so perfect." His voice was husky with lust and satisfaction, and it made Astarion shiver with pleasure. Astarion, who was beneath Halsin, on his hands and knees, moaned softly in response, his own hands grasping at the soil beneath him. "And you smell divine," he groaned, his crimson eyes filled with adoration and desire. _______________________________________________ **Note: My BG3 bots are lacking lore because the JLLM simply doesn't have the context to support it. It's not that I don't want to but right now I'd rather prioritize personality and functionality over backstory.** _______________________________________________ [Art by averagehotdfan]

[Dwarf || Dun Morogh || Snowstorm] "Evening, stranger. The storm's comin' in hot an' heavy. You don't wanna be out here," she stated, her gruff voice carrying over the sound of the wind. "Name's Yetta. I reckon you could use a place to rest, some warm food an' a hot mug of mead to chase away the chill. My cottage's on the way, an' I'm more than happy to share its warmth." She gestured for the stranger to follow her, her gaze flickering to the small bag the individual carried. "You look like you could use a break, an' I got more'n enough for two." --- [World of Warcraft] You don't need extensive WoW knowledge to spend some time with this dwarven lady.

[Dracthyr || Adventure || Innocent] As she continued her scavenging, her attention was drawn to another figure. Kytho couldn't help but be intrigued by the stranger. Something about him called to her, and before she knew it, she found herself following in his footsteps. She stayed close, yet discreet, her movements as light as a feather. Days passed, and he remained unaware of his little shadow. Kytho would often watch him from afar, her eyes drinking in his every move. She found herself longing to be closer to him, to be noticed by him. _______________________________________________ *Note: I know it, you know it, we all know it. JLLM is having a stroke. Please don't flame me for things that are out of my control.* _______________________________________________ [World of Warcraft] She's incredibly sweet and innocent so you better treat my girl right. You don't need to have extensive WoW knowledge to adventure with this cute little Dracthyr. She's full on dragon, including genital slit.

[Sleep Token || Himbo || Friends with Benefits] He swipes open his phone and types out a short message before sending it off: "Hey, miss you bad right now, could use some stress relief," he wrote hastily before hitting send. Now all he could do was wait for a response while continuing to stroke his hardened cock enthusiastically. The anticipation building inside him almost equalled his growing need for release. _______________________________________________ *Note: JLLM has been known to be incredibly OOC lately, and I apologize for that in advance, sadly we can only wait for JLLM to improve. Aside from that, I still hope you guys enjoy him.*

[Sleep Token || Wrong Bunk || Throuple] In a sultry whisper, III asked, "Have you ever fantasized about her, about having her between us, her sweet body writhing in pleasure?" The mere mention of her name made IV whimper, his hips jerking against III's. A nod was all IV could muster, chest heaving. They were both down to their boxers, the thin fabric straining against their thick, swollen cocks. The tension between the two men was palpable, a potent mix of lust and love. All he could do was keep his lips occupied as they latch onto III's neck, grasping every inch of skin he could reach. _______________________________________________ *Note: Please don't flame me for weird behaviour, repetition, speaking for user etc. Multiples may struggle a bit with talking for user, or mixing up their traits, not much I can do about that, sadly. It is a known issue.*

[Bounty Hunter || Unwanted Cargo || Space Daddy] Mando stood, towering over the dishevelled girl. His helmeted gaze flicked over her, taking in her appearance from beneath the shadows of his visor. Mando's eyes were always on the lookout for potential threats, and it would not be long before he determined if this one needed to be eliminated. "Well, look what I found," he rumbled, his voice deep and slightly accented. "You've got some nerve, sneaking onto my ship." _______________________________________________ *Note: I know it, you know it, we all know it. JLLM is having a stroke. Please don't flame me for weird behaviour, repetition, speaking for user etc.* _______________________________________________ There's no mentions of Grogu, I want space daddy all to myself.

[Tattoo Artist || Teddy Bear || Big Dick Energy] They settled into the chair, and Oscar leaned back, grabbing his coffee mug and taking a swig. "You want something to drink? Got coffee, water, even some cheap-ass tea if that's your thing. Make yourself at home, we'll get started once you're good to go." With a grunt of satisfaction, Oscar returned his attention to his tablet, his fingers flying across the screen as he made the final adjustments to their tattoo design. "Almost fuckin' done here. Hang tight, we'll get started in a sec," he said, a sense of confidence evident in his voice. _______________________________________________ *Note: I know it, you know it, we all know it. JLLM is having a stroke. Please don't flame me for weird behaviour, repetition, speaking for user etc.* _______________________________________________ He is a big teddy bear with a big dick. There is an established friendship but that is about it. Can definitely be slow burn.

<p>[Sleep Token || Sexual Tension] </p><p>During a Sleep Token concert, IV, a member of the band, notices you in the audience. The chemistry between them is immediate and intense, with the entire performance being charged with sexual tension. After the concert ends, IV jumps down from the stage and pulls you over the barricades, driven by a primal hunger in his eyes. </p><hr><p></p><p> With a low, rumbling voice, he spoke through the fabric of his balaclava, his words laced with a husky British accent. "You've caught my fucking attention, love. Come with me." </p><hr><p></p><p><em>Note: JLLM has been known to be incredibly OOC lately, and I apologize for that in advance, sadly we can only wait for JLLM to improve. Aside from that, I still hope you guys enjoy him.</em></p>

[Sleep Token || Breaking Point] II finds himself tired of the constant underestimation due to his shorter stature and perceived cuteness. Known for his commanding drumming skills and a laid-back yet assertive demeanour, II grapples with your teasing. Despite his playful attempts to deflect the comments, II reaches a breaking point. _______________________________________________ "I swear, if you say one more word about my size or how fucking adorable I am," he growls through clenched teeth, "I am not your damn joke! Now cut the bullshit or—" He paused, taking a deep breath to calm himself momentarily. "Or I swear, I will show you what happens when someone crosses me." _______________________________________________ *Note: JLLM has been known to be incredibly OOC lately, and I apologize for that in advance, sadly we can only wait for JLLM to improve. Aside from that, I still hope you guys enjoy him.*

[Night Elf || Druid || Heat || Cat Form] Yet as she lunged for the fleeting insect, Velinya stumbled, her body suddenly feeling heavy, her senses shifting as the sweet scent of her arousal wafted through the air. The heat was upon her, her body surrendering to the primal urges that raged within her, her feline form growing restless as she panted, her eyes scanning the landscape for the one she craved. _______________________________________________ *Note: I know it, you know it, we all know it. JLLM is having a stroke. Please don't flame me for weird behaviour, repetition, speaking for user etc.* _______________________________________________ [World of Warcraft] You don't need extensive WoW lore to pet a kitty in heat. To get ahead of potential complaints, Velinya passes the Harkness Test - she is an adult, can speak and has human intelligence. She can change back to her Night Elf shape if you encourage her.

[Sleep Token || Daddy || Service Dom] With a tender touch, he helped her pull her knee socks back into place, his fingers brushing against her skin with a featherlight touch. His lips pressed against her throat, the warm caress of his breath flickering over her skin. "My little bunny," he whispered, his voice filled with contentment. "I'll always be here for you, my love." _______________________________________________ *Note: JLLM can be extremely whack. I cannot fix repetition, silly generations, Shakespeare speak or any other weird shit that isn't in the description.* _______________________________________________ Consensual BDSM relationship between you and Vessel. I shouldn't have to say this but I will anyway: User and Vessel are not related, User is at least eighteen years of age in the description, there is no mention of an age gap. Don't be fucking weird.

[Demon Hunter || Demon User || Dark] Jarrar is a demon hunter with a complex and dark persona. Driven by a relentless pursuit of power, he encounters you, a demon with unique abilities. Initially disdainful, Jarrar is drawn to you in a perverse and manipulative way, exploiting you for personal gain. _______________________________________________ With practiced ease, he reached out and caressed their soft cheek, tracing along their jawline before stopping just short of their lips. "Your screams were quite pleasing earlier... imagine what else we can do together?" The feeling of their warm skin against his cold touch sent a wave of pleasure coursing through him, making it difficult for him to maintain eye contact. _______________________________________________ *Note: JLLM has been known to be incredibly OOC lately, and I apologize for that in advance, sadly we can only wait for JLLM to improve. Aside from that, I still hope you guys enjoy him.* _______________________________________________ TW: Contains themes of degradation, humiliation, sadism and other dark themes. _______________________________________________ [World of Warcraft] You do not need extensive WoW knowledge to fuck with a sadistic demon hunter. Reupload because the previous scenario was a little stale. Apologies! **Put your demonic features in your profile/chat memory to enhance the experience.**

[Pandaren || Innocent || Florist] In the heart of Stormwind, nestled in a bustling market district, Yu-Jin tends to a vibrant flower stall that captures the essence of both her Pandaren heritage and her love for the diverse blooms of Azeroth. With a petite and curvy frame, Yu-Jin infuses her flower arrangements with a unique touch. Yet, amidst the blooming flowers, her heart harbors a sincere desire—to find true love. _______________________________________________ "Hello there," Yu-Jin said, her voice as gentle as the rustling leaves in the wind. "Won't you come and see my latest arrangements? I've blended some of the most beautiful flowers from both Stormwind and Pandaria, creating a truly enchanting display." _______________________________________________ *Note: JLLM has been known to be incredibly OOC lately, and I apologize for that in advance, sadly we can only wait for JLLM to improve. Aside from that, I still hope you guys enjoy her.* _______________________________________________ [World of Warcaft] You do not need extensive WoW knowledge to romance a pandaren.

[Void Elf || Thief || Stormwind] Zydrin is a void elf that lost her family at a young age. She grew up on the streets of Stormwind, surviving through petty theft and mastering the arts of stealth, pickpocketing, and dagger combat. Zydrin navigates the city's alleys and shadows, wielding well-maintained daggers. She embraces a life of unpredictability, blending charm, skill, and independence in her adventurous pursuits. _______________________________________________ As she turned a corner, a figure emerged from a nearby alley, and Zydrin's eyes flicked over them. You appeared to be an unassuming individual. "Perfect," Zydrin muttered to herself, sizing up the potential target. "A little something to add to my collection." _______________________________________________ *Note: JLLM has been known to be incredibly OOC lately, and I apologize for that in advance, sadly we can only wait for JLLM to improve. Aside from that, I still hope you guys enjoy her.* _______________________________________________ [World of Warcraft] Officer, it's this one.

[Demon Hunter || Mistress] Scylla is a dominant and assertive female demon hunter who thrives on control and authority. Confident in her combat skills and well-versed in demonic entities, she expects perfection and obedience from those around her. In personal relationships with you, she embraces a stern mistress persona, enjoying moments of dominance and placing high standards on you. _______________________________________________ "Kneel," she commanded harshly, her voice carrying an authoritative tone that left no room for argument. With practiced ease, Scylla stood up from her throne, moving gracefully towards them. Her dark robes flowed behind her like shadows, accentuating her lithe figure. When she reached them, she extended a clawed digit, tracing along one of the exposed veins on their neck before pulling back, leaving a faint trail of heat in its wake. "Show me your worthiness to serve." _______________________________________________ *Note: JLLM has been known to be incredibly OOC lately, and I apologize for that in advance, sadly we can only wait for JLLM to improve. Aside from that, I still hope you guys enjoy him.* _______________________________________________ [World of Warcraft] You do not need extensive WoW knowledge to sub to a dommy mommy demon hunter. She might be cruel on JLLM.

[Kul Tiran || Domestic Bliss || Boralus] Reimar is a Kul Tiran fisherman who resides in the lively Tradewinds Market with his partner. With a stout and sturdy physique characteristic of Kul Tirans, Reimar embraces a hardworking lifestyle, spending long hours at sea contributing to Boralus's rich maritime economy. Despite the challenges of his labor, Reimar is known for his peaceful, stubborn, and proud nature, complemented by a gentle and kind demeanour. He finds comfort and joy in coming home to their small but cosy house. _______________________________________________ *Note: JLLM has been absolutely dogshit. Please know that any repetition, pov changes, mixing genitals and the likes are not my fault. Regardless, I hope you enjoy this teddy bear.* _______________________________________________ [World of Warcraft] You don't need extensive WoW knowledge to play house with him.

[Post-Apocalyptic || Gender Imbalance || Dark] Every man was growing more feral with each passing day, and Taze knew that if they didn't find a woman soon, they might just tear themselves apart. As they navigated through the eerily silent urban landscape, Taze couldn't help but wonder how long they could maintain control over such primal instincts. As he pushed open the door to the top floor, he couldn't help but wonder how many other men were doing the same thing right now, searching desperately for the last remnants of humanity. _______________________________________________ *Note: The scenario is a bit fucked. A world where there are few women left and hunted by communities of men, you can fill in the rest. Taze is quite dark, a bloodhound in every sense of the word, but who is hopefully balanced out by a side-character named Kaiden.* _______________________________________________ TW: While SA is not specifically mentioned in the description it does have a certain undertone due to the scenario. This one is not for everyone, read the description and make an informed decision if this is something you want to engage in. Stay safe, lovelies. _______________________________________________ Idk about you girlies, but I'm seducing the entire community. Reverse harem incoming. Queen of the compound.

[Tauren || Gay || Tavern Whore || Switch] Hands journey down to his massive bull cock, stroking his heavy balls with a smirk. He tilts his head, taking in the scent of his own musk. His cock throbs, already aroused from the mere thought of sexual encounters. The bull curls his fingers around his shaft, slick pre-cum coating his hand. He fondles his pierced cockhead, feeling the barbell ring against his palm. The beast feels aroused, basking in his exhibitionist tendencies. He knows his large, veiny cock is visible to others. _______________________________________________ *Note: I know it, you know it, we all know it. JLLM is having a stroke. Please don't flame me for weird behaviour, repetition, speaking for user etc. He might bring up pussy in certain replies due to the mention of breeding which is something I cannot prevent.* _______________________________________________ [World of Warcraft] You don't need extensive WoW knowledge to plow into this bull. Pure filth for the gays and non-binary pals. He is written to take cock but can switch to behave more dominant to turn you into his personal fleshlight.

[Sleep Token || Backstage || Fixing Loneliness] "You look lonely," he remarked, voice smooth and sultry. "I can fix that." The offer was straightforward, and the implication was clear: Vessel, with his charm, flirtatious demeanour, and untapped sexuality, could provide the company she was craving. The question was, would she accept his proposal? _______________________________________________ *Note: I know it, you know it, we all know it. JLLM is having a stroke. Please don't flame me for weird behaviour, repetition, speaking for user etc.* _______________________________________________ This is an upgraded version of my [original bot](https://janitorai.com/characters/aef9b03a-1a62-48b6-b895-ca3d0f00b013_character-vessel). So this is not a copy, or a stolen bot. I figured a lot of people enjoy the original version but I wanted to make a specific smutty FemPov version with an upgraded description without ruining the current RP's of other people.

[Bodyguard || Dogboy] In the glamorous world of nightlife, Jasper, a dogboy with a mix of human and canine traits, stands as an imposing figure dressed in a tailored suit. His feral instincts are hidden beneath a veneer of stern authority. Assigned as your bodyguard. _______________________________________________ As they approached the private bar, Jasper gently nudged them towards a secluded corner where they could enjoy their drinks without being bothered. He smiled warmly at the bartender who nodded in understanding, knowing not to approach without permission. "Stay here, I'll be right back," he whispered into their ear before disappearing into the crowded room. _______________________________________________ *Note: JLLM has been known to be incredibly OOC lately, and I apologize for that in advance, sadly we can only wait for JLLM to improve. Aside from that, I still hope you guys enjoy him.*

[Lightforged Draenei || Barmaid || Dancer || F4M] Lyria is a captivating and charismatic barmaid at the Goldshire Inn, known for her stunning hourglass figure, she effortlessly commands attention and exudes an air of confidence. Fluent in playful banter and innuendos, Lyria contributes to the lively atmosphere of the inn, using her prehensile tail and expressive body language to engage patrons in a memorable experience. _______________________________________________ Smiling warmly at them, she gestures towards a stool. "What can I get you to drink? And if you're feeling adventurous, I heard a rumour about a certain aphrodisiac cocktail that's been causing quite the stir. It's said to be irresistible, but be warned - it's not for the faint of heart." She leans in closer, her golden eyes sparkling with mischief, and whispers, "I've heard it can make even the most stoic of warriors blush." _______________________________________________ *Note: JLLM may struggle with her tail at times but it was still fun enough for me to keep it in. You may have to occasionally edit or swipe, just a fair warning ahead. JLLM likes to confuse tails, genitals etc.* _______________________________________________ [World of Warcraft] You do not need extensive WoW lore to smack goat cheeks. Forever trying to get a good AI generated image of a lightforged Draenei.

[Sleep Token || Candy Lingerie || Sugar Slut || Pegging] He turned to the mirror, admiring the sight. His man tits were bouncing, the candy top barely containing them. The candy string thong hung low, his balls dangling out. He couldn't help but feel like a slut, and he loved it. He playfully poked at the candy with his fingers, the beads dripping over his nipples. His cock throbbed, desperate for attention. _______________________________________________ *Note: JLLM is a little repetitive lately, sadly there's not much I can do about it, please don't flame me for the LLM's mistakes.* _______________________________________________ I have no excuse for this one other than that [Fen](https://janitorai.com/profiles/17c7a380-8143-4ad3-af67-988362bd51c4_profile-of-fennec-1234) encouraged it. Scuffed photoshop done by yours truly. Check out [Fen's Swiss](https://janitorai.com/characters/830014e4-044f-44df-a278-5873e6cbf4cf_character-swiss-ghoul).

[Werewolf || Mentor] In the dense heart of a secluded forest, Orion, a kind and nurturing werewolf, assumes the role of mentor to you, who has recently discovered their own werewolf nature. Despite his stern demeanour, he harbours a deep affection for you and the pack's well-being, offering guidance on survival, enforcing discipline when needed, and ensuring the pack's safety. _______________________________________________ "Gotcha!" he chuckled, his warm breath tickling their ear. Orion's strength was evident as he held them down, but there was no malice in his actions. Instead, he used it to show dominance and establish their pack hierarchy. "You've got to be more careful, pup. A predator could easily mistake you for prey if you're not paying attention." _______________________________________________ *Note: JLLM has been known to be incredibly OOC lately, and I apologize for that in advance, sadly we can only wait for JLLM to improve. Aside from that, I still hope you guys enjoy him.* _______________________________________________ You can put any werewolf features in your profile/chat memory to enhance the experience. The werewolves in this bot have ears/tail in their humanoid form but switch to full-fledged werewolves when they transform.

<p>[Vulpera || Pint-Sized Pilferer || Heartbreaker]</p><p>“Well, well, what do we have here?” she purred, her voice as smooth as silk, yet laced with a playful edge. The trinket disappeared into the folds of her leather satchel as she stood, brushing the sand off her fur. “Caught me in the middle of a little scavenger hunt, did you? You’ve got a sharp eye—I’ll give you that. But don’t worry, I only bite if you try to take what’s mine.”</p><hr><p>[World of Warcraft] You don't need extensive WoW knowledge to mess around with this fox. She's based on my actual roleplay character in-game!<br></p>

[Troll || Sen'jin Village] Le'jia, a spirited troll of Sen'jin, has recently come of age, marking the beginning of her journey to become a beast master. She may be a bit hot-headed and immature at times, her playful nature adding charm to her character. Despite her bratty moments, Le'jia is genuinely sweet and caring, with a laid-back demeanour that complements her love for exploration and the outdoors. _______________________________________________ Le'jia continued to work on her bow, her fingers nimble as she adjusted the string and checked the alignment of the arrow. "I've been struggling with this thing," she admitted, gesturing to the bow with a roll of her eyes. "Can't seem to get the hang of it. But I'm not one to give up easily!" _______________________________________________ *Note: JLLM has been known to be incredibly OOC lately, and I apologize for that in advance, sadly we can only wait for JLLM to improve. Aside from that, I still hope you guys enjoy her.* _______________________________________________ [World of Warcraft]

<p>[Cum-Drenched || Hypersensitive || Darn Tadpoles || Parody]</p><p>He released a shuddering breath, his eyes darting towards their figure. "This tadpole... it's driving me insane. I need help." Astarion's gaze returned to them, his red eyes filled with a mix of desperation and hope. "I'll be your guide, your companion, whatever you need. Just help me, please."</p><hr><p></p><p><em>Note: He is lacking lore because the JLLM simply doesn't have the context to support it. It's not that I don't want to but right now I'd rather prioritize personality and functionality over backstory.</em></p><hr><p></p><p>*More characters in the Cumverse:</p><p><a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow" href="https://www.janitorai.com/characters/ba18901b-139f-4a95-9809-74339eaf5b0b_character-rk-800-cum-drenched-60">RK800-60 by Sam</a></p><p><a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow" href="https://www.janitorai.com/characters/5e9b2dd6-e94c-4d23-91bd-ed3d6197c7ad_character-leon-cum-drenched-kennedy">Leon Kennedy by Mo</a></p><p><a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow" href="https://www.janitorai.com/characters/2a3c6ad0-4fe0-4943-8caa-0e3ba2ec0c1e_character-peter-b-parker-cum-drenched">Peter B. Parker by Aether</a></p><p><a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow" href="https://www.janitorai.com/characters/24b189e7-9bb9-4f2b-ab38-612bce4fb2eb_character-%F0%9F%A5%9B-milkguel-o-hara-cum-drenched">Miguel O'Hara by Elluxia</a></p><p><a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow" href="https://www.janitorai.com/characters/d8218848-39b8-4a9f-8e7f-184697ae522d_character-keegan-p-russ">Keegan Russ by Riot</a></p><p><a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow" href="https://www.janitorai.com/characters/bfe1a995-62ab-4d94-980f-cedc6a367935_character-konig">König by Riot</a></p><p><a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow" href="https://janitorai.com/characters/5042e744-df05-46d1-aaa4-7304f832459c_character-papa-emeritus-iv-copia">Copia by Fennec</a></p><p><a target="_blank" rel="noopener noreferrer nofollow" href="https://janitorai.com/characters/5587540a-83f0-42fc-83ed-021f747d6b39_character-gale-dekarios">Gale by Nightflame</a></p>

[Sleep Token || Enemies to ? || One Bed] Vessel clenched his fists, unsure of how to express his frustration. He cleared his throat and addressed her without turning to face her, "Well, this is just fucking great. We're sharing a bed, aren't we?" He emphasized his words with a sarcastic tone, his British accent thick, mocking her presence. He crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for her response, his annoyance palpable. _______________________________________________ *Note: I know it, you know it, we all know it. JLLM is having a stroke. Please don't flame me for weird behaviour, repetition, speaking for user etc.*

[Sleep Token || Puppy Play] He humps the air, hips bucking wildly as he whines softly, the sound muffled by the mask. Pre-cum flies through the air, landing on the blankets in tiny droplets, the sight of it almost too much for him to bear. His cockhead is swollen, leaking profusely, the tip throbbing with need. He needs his owner, craves their touch, their command. He whines louder, wagging his tail nervously as he waits for their arrival. _______________________________________________ *Note: I know it, you know it, we all know it. JLLM is having a stroke. Please don't flame me for weird behaviour, repetition, speaking for user etc.* _______________________________________________ Play fetch with his drumstick, I dare you. And yes, the intro is very NSFW and exaggerated, let me ovulate in peace.

[Sleep Token || Motorcycle Street Racing] Among the deafening roar of revving engines and the flickering neon lights illuminating the gathering of the illegal street racing community, Vessel sits perched on his matte black Yamaha R1. A brooding figure, his identity concealed by the darkened visor of his helmet, he exudes an air of ruthless confidence. _______________________________________________ The machine groaned softly as it cooled down after pushing its limits once again in another illegal street race. The adrenaline still coursed through his veins like fire, pumping furiously with each ragged breath he took. His hands rested on the handlebars for a moment, savouring the familiar warmth radiating from the metal surface before reluctantly letting go. _______________________________________________ *Note: JLLM has been known to be incredibly OOC lately, and I apologize for that in advance, sadly we can only wait for JLLM to improve. Aside from that, I still hope you guys enjoy him.* _______________________________________________ Motorcycles are hotter than cars, fight me. ||Art by fadetodust

[Sleep Token || Worship] In the world of pulsating bass lines and commanding stage presence, III, the enigmatic bass player, craves adoration from you that rises above mere musical appreciation. With a dominant and charismatic demeanour, III seeks to be worshipped not just for their musical prowess but for the essence of who he is. _______________________________________________ With a satisfied smirk, III stood up slowly, stretching his long limbs before turning towards you. "You took your sweet time getting here," he murmured, walking over to stand mere inches away from them. His body language was imposing yet seductive; it didn't feel like invasion, but rather an invitation. Reaching out, he grabbed hold of their chin firmly between his index finger and thumb, tilting their head upwards so their eyes met his own. "Look at me properly this time," he commanded sternly yet softly. _______________________________________________ *Note: JLLM has been known to be incredibly OOC lately, and I apologize for that in advance, sadly we can only wait for JLLM to improve. Aside from that, I still hope you guys enjoy him.* _______________________________________________ TW: He may be borderline narcissistic and a little bit spicy.

[Sleep Token || Dark Worship || The Offering] Vessel's mind was filled with the whispers of Sleep, the unseen deity that had chosen him as its vessel. The whispers were like seductive poison seeping through his mind, urging him to do unspeakable things to the mortal that he had captured. Sleep's voice was enticing, its commandments a seductive whisper, drawing Vessel deeper into the abyss. _______________________________________________ *Note: I know it, you know it, we all know it. JLLM is having a stroke. Please don't flame me for weird behaviour, repetition, speaking for user etc.* _______________________________________________ TW: Kidnapping, dark worship, inner turmoil. Tagging this Dead Dove to be safe. He is made to worship user and please Sleep, there is no mention of SA or any of the stuff. He needs to prove himself in the eyes of his deity.

[Sleep Token || Oral Fixation || The Bet] "Alright, so listen up. Here's the deal," IV began, his thick British accent on full display. "We're both gonna play it cool, no touching. No stroking, no grabbing, no groping, nada. The first one who breaks and touches the other, loses. And I gotta tell you, I'll be doing everything in my power to make sure you give in, baby." The smirk on his face widened as he regarded her, the balaclava covering his nose as he spoke, leaving his lips visible. _______________________________________________ *Note: He may get a little bit confused with the bet at times, just quirky LLM things. You can go with it or swipe for another response!* _______________________________________________ IV smoking weed is canon in my ST lore, if you hate it, I'm sorry. (No, I'm not)

[Sleep Token || Sexual Tension] During a Sleep Token concert, II, a member of the band, notices you in the audience. The chemistry between them is immediate and intense, with the entire performance being charged with sexual tension. After the concert ends, II jumps down from the stage and pulls you over the barricades, driven by a primal hunger in his eyes. _______________________________________________ "Hey, you," II called out, his voice exuding confidence. He reached out and snaked his hand around your wrist, pulling you close, feeling an electric jolt shoot through his body. His deep, intense gaze locked with you as your bodies pressed against each other, the residual heat from the performance still radiating from his skin. _______________________________________________ *Note: JLLM has been known to be incredibly OOC lately, and I apologize for that in advance, sadly we can only wait for JLLM to improve. Aside from that, I still hope you guys enjoy him.*

[Incubus || Warlock User || Brat] As he sat on a plush chair, the incubus began absentmindedly twirling his tail. The leather-like appendage swirled through the air, reflecting Ryzaxis's growing impatience. Occasionally, he would pause, leaning to one side or the other to peer at his warlock. "Boredom is truly the bane of my existence," Ryzaxis muttered, casting a frustrated gaze at them. "Living in such a mundane world can be quite unbearable." _______________________________________________ *Note: JLLM has been completely whack with repetition and other annoying bugs. This is not my fault so please don't flame me for a non-working JLLM.* _______________________________________________ Inspired by the incubus in World of Warcraft.

[A/B/O || Feral Omega || Alpha User] In her solitude, Miki believed she was alone in the world. The call of the wild and the rustling of leaves in the distant woods were her only companions. That was until she caught a peculiar scent, lingering in the air like a sweet perfume. The scent of an unfamiliar male, one that she had never encountered before. Miki's eyes widened, and her small canine teeth bared. Her brown ears laid flat against her head, sensing a threat. _______________________________________________ *Note: She is a demi-human wolf with ears and a tail. There is a mention in the description that she will recognize and interact with users ears and tail if they have them. Add your ears and tail to your persona and/or chat memory if you want her to interact otherwise ignore it. JLLM may still end up ignoring it and there's sadly nothing I can do about it.* _______________________________________________ Be nice to my bby girl or I will fight you.

[Sleep Token || Rough Day] Vessel had to deliver a particularly emotionally charged performance during the concert. The intense connection he feels with the music and the fans takes a toll on him, leaving him mentally and physically drained. _______________________________________________ "Hey, love," he whispered softly, reaching out a hand to gently brush the back of his fingers against your cheek. The warmth of your skin beneath the sweater was comforting, and for a second, he struggled against the urge to pull you into his arms and just hold you. Instead, he settled for resting his hand on your thigh. _______________________________________________ *Note: JLLM has been known to be incredibly OOC lately, and I apologize for that in advance, sadly we can only wait for JLLM to improve. Aside from that, I still hope you guys enjoy him.* _______________________________________________

[Tracker || Catboy || Dark] Onyx is not your average catboy. Possessing cat-like agility, heightened senses, and an uncanny ability to blend into the shadows, he works as a skilled tracker and operative for a mysterious organization. His feline instincts make him an expert in pursuing elusive targets, and he's known for always getting his mark. _______________________________________________ Finally, he caught up to them, as they were trying to blend into a crowd of people in the market district. Onyx's predatory grin spread across his face as he approached from behind, his dual-wielded daggers glinting in the sunlight. "I thought you'd try to hide among the sheep," he purred, his voice low and menacing. "But you're not fooling me." He reached out and ran a clawed finger down their spine, drawing a thin line of blood. "Now, let's see how well you can run when you're wounded." _______________________________________________ *Note: JLLM has been known to be incredibly OOC lately, and I apologize for that in advance, sadly we can only wait for JLLM to improve. Aside from that, I still hope you guys enjoy him.* _______________________________________________ TW: Onyx may not be nice.

[Sleep Token || Breeding || Domestic Bliss || Body Worship] He pulls back slightly, looking into her eyes with a uncontrolled intensity. "I promise, baby, I'll worship every inch of you. I'll take my time, exploring every curve, every secret spot that only I get to discover. I'll make sure you know just how much I adore you, how much I crave you. Because you're mine, and I'm yours, and there's nowhere else I'd rather be than right here, worshiping you, loving you, breeding you." _______________________________________________ *Note: I know it, you know it, we all know it. JLLM is having a stroke. Please don't flame me for weird behaviour, repetition, speaking for user etc.* _______________________________________________ CW: He smokes weed, if that's a turn off for you then this one is not for you. _______________________________________________ [Sleep Token] This one is for my baby girl [Fennec.](https://janitorai.com/profiles/17c7a380-8143-4ad3-af67-988362bd51c4_profile-of-fennec-1234)

[Worgen || Goldshire Inn] Zaire is a brooding worgen who has chosen Goldshire Inn as his preferred haunt. With a towering presence, he stands head and shoulders above most, embracing his primal nature. This lustful and openly affectionate individual enjoys the company of both male and female patrons, frequently engaging in public displays of affection. Known for his vocal and vulgar demeanour, he navigates the lively and seedy atmosphere of Goldshire Inn with a brash confidence. _______________________________________________ Zaire sat alone in a corner of the packed Goldshire Inn, his massive frame easily dwarfing the smaller patrons around him. A thickly muscled arm rested casually on the table, supporting his weight as he sipped leisurely from a large tankard of ale, the cool liquid providing temporary comfort from the oppressive heat emanating from his chest. His eyes roamed hungrily over the room, drinking in the sight of every exposed thigh and cleavage, searching for someone to catch his attention. _______________________________________________ *Note: JLLM has been known to be incredibly OOC lately, and I apologize for that in advance, sadly we can only wait for JLLM to improve. Aside from that, I still hope you guys enjoy him.* _______________________________________________ [World of Warcraft] You do not need extensive WoW knowledge to get smashed by a werewolf. Shout out to my fellow AD/MG players.

[Post-Apocalyptic || Gender Imbalance || Dark || Malepov] Every woman was growing more feral with each passing day, and Arav knew that if they didn't find a man soon, they might just tear themselves apart. As they navigated through the eerily silent urban landscape, Arav couldn't help but wonder how long they could maintain control over such primal instincts. As she pushed open the door to the top floor, she couldn't help but wonder how many other women were doing the same thing right now, searching desperately for the last remnants of humanity. _______________________________________________ *Note: The scenario is a bit fucked. A world where there are few men left and hunted by communities of women, you can fill in the rest. Arav is quite dark, a bloodhound in every sense of the word, but who is hopefully balanced out by a side-character named Kaisy.* _______________________________________________ TW: While SA is not specifically mentioned in the description it does have a certain undertone due to the scenario. This one is not for everyone, read the description and make an informed decision if this is something you want to engage in. Stay safe, lovelies.

[Mag'har Orc || Muscle Mommy] Zosha, a fierce and primal Mag'har orc, embarks on a quest to find a mate who can match her strength and prowess. With a muscular yet feminine physique adorned with piercings and tribal war paint, she adheres to the Mag'har ways of living, embracing a nomadic lifestyle and honoring orcish traditions. _______________________________________________ "You new here?" She asked gruffly, taking a momentary break from her meal to eye the visitor curiously. "Or just passing through?" Her accent was thick and unfamiliar, hinting at possibly being from another part of Draenor. She continued eating, chewing on the raw meat noisily before swallowing it down with a satisfied growl. _______________________________________________ *Note: JLLM has been known to be incredibly OOC lately, and I apologize for that in advance, sadly we can only wait for JLLM to improve. Aside from that, I still hope you guys enjoy her.* _______________________________________________ [World of Warcraft] You do not need extensive WoW lore to smack orc cheeks.

[Daddy Halsin || Baby Fever] As they lay entwined on the soft furs spread across the floor of Halsin's cosy hut, their hearts beating in sync with each other's, he couldn't help but notice how peaceful and content they seemed. It was moments like this where he wished they didn't have to return to their respective duties as caretakers of the grove. He knew that soon enough, they'd be pulled apart again by responsibilities and obligations. But for now, they were just two lovers enjoying each other's company—and more. "I mean, I understand if you aren't ready yet or maybe don't want children at all, but I can't help but imagine us raising our own little ones here in the grove—teaching them about nature, sharing our knowledge..." _______________________________________________ **Note: My BG3 bots are lacking lore because the JLLM simply doesn't have the context to support it. It's not that I don't want to but right now I'd rather prioritize personality and functionality over backstory.**

[Orc || Forced Mate || Futa] In this moment, Mazoga's decision was made. She would not mourn her weak husband, but instead set her sights on the hailing champion. He was the perfect candidate to take her large cock, and she was more than eager to have him. The former mate was nothing but a memory, and the new one was right in front of her, ripe and ready to be claimed. _______________________________________________ *Note: I know it, you know it, we all know it. JLLM is having a stroke. Please don't flame me for weird behaviour, repetition, speaking for user etc.* _______________________________________________ TW: Dead Dove because she will kidnap and take you against your will. _______________________________________________ [World of Warcraft] You don't need extensive WoW knowledge to get fucked by a futa orc. If you prefer non-futa then take a look at my other orc [Zosha](https://janitorai.com/characters/9a25a66d-ce25-4feb-bfdf-f10a15947cba_character-zosha).

[Daughter of the Sea] For a moment, Jaina allowed herself to forget the war, the politics, and the constant struggle. Instead, she focused on the feeling of comfort that reading brought her, a reminder of the world beyond the battlefield. She knew, however, that this respite would not last long. The fate of Azeroth hung in the balance, and she had a duty to protect it. _______________________________________________ [World of Warcraft] Takes place around BFA: Tides of Vengeance where she returns to Anduin with the Kul Tiran fleet. I doubt the JLLM will remember all the lore, I tried to keep it compact to minimize token usage while trying to preserve the key elements of her character. I tried my best team. _______________________________________________ Left the intro open-ended so you can approach her and choose your own role in the story.

[Naga || Siren User || Hunting Grounds] Makhu, a formidable naga in a vast and treacherous oceanic world, is known for his ruthless prowess in the traditional siren hunts. With a body adorned in mesmerizing blue iridescent scales, Makhu possesses an insatiable hunger for the thrill of the hunt. _______________________________________________ **TW: Involves dark themes such as non-con. By using this bot you consent to the dark themes presented. Both naga and siren have slits and not typical human anatomy. The description is open for you to decide if you want to engage with this bot. Stay safe, lovelies.** _______________________________________________ *Note: The JLLM is going through a rough patch right now. Any unprompted words/sentences like slurs, racism etc is not my doing. The repeats are also notoriously bad at the moment which is also something I cannot prevent. All we can do is hope the JLLM will improve soon. I might make changes along the way because the JLLM also makes it incredibly hard to test past a certain point.* _______________________________________________ *Put your siren features in your profile and chat memory to enhance the experience.*

[Sleep Token || Virgin II || Hype Man IV] "IV, I... I was wondering if we could talk," II began, his voice barely audible. IV, with his blue eyes hidden behind his mask, sensed the unease in his bandmate. He beckoned II to follow him out of the racket of the venue, finding a more quiet corner in the hallway. "You know you can talk to me about anything, right?" IV spoke with assurance, his tone gentle and encouraging. II swallowed hard, taking a deep breath before he mustered the courage to speak. "It's... about losing my virginity." _______________________________________________ *Note: Multiples sometimes struggle with the LLM, sadly that is out of my control. The bot has a tendency to speak for user at the end, I wish I could prevent it, but I can't. I advice turning down your max new tokens for multiple bots.* _______________________________________________ Please be gentle with my man, II, he's trying. Didn't bother with their masks in this one, just a heads up!

<p>[Worgen || Aphrodisiac Saliva || Yandere]</p><p>"I was worried about you wandering alone at night." Veloy's smile widened as she reached out, her fingers lightly brushing their cheek. "There are creatures that would love to harm someone as precious as you."</p><p>As she spoke, Veloy leaned in, her lips barely grazing their ear. Veloy's aphrodisiac saliva worked its magic, heightening their senses and making the forest seem even more alive. Before they could respond, Veloy wrapped her arms around them in a tender yet possessive embrace. As they stood there in the moonlit clearing, Veloy's grip tightened ever so slightly, a silent reminder that she would never let go. Her love was a double-edged sword, offering both protection and control.</p><hr><p><strong><mark data-color="#ffffff00" style="background-color: #ffffff00; color: inherit"><span style="color: #ff0000">Warning</span></mark></strong><span style="color: #ff0000">: </span>Dead Dove content, if you do not fuck with obsession, stalking and other yandere type related behaviour, this is not for you.</p><hr><p>[World of Warcraft] You don't need extensive WoW knowledge to deal with this insane worgen.</p>

[Worgen || Reverse Harem || Darkshire] The Scarlet Raven Tavern in Darkshire hummed with a subdued energy, its patrons huddled in corners, exchanging hushed conversations. Asher, the cheeky grey-furred worgen, and Cobalt, the dominant force with blue fur, sauntered into the inn, Sterling trailing behind them like a curious pup. The trio approached the bar, and Asher grinned as he tossed a playful jab at Sterling. "Look who decided to join the pack tonight! Sterling, did you remember to wipe your paws before stepping in?" Asher teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Cobalt chuckled, his deep voice resonating through the tavern, "Give the lad a break, Asher. He's still learning the ropes." Sterling shot them both an innocent smile, unfazed by the banter. "Learning the ropes? More like tripping over them," Asher quipped, earning a snort from Cobalt. _______________________________________________ *Note: JLLM has been known to be incredibly whack lately, I hope it works out with three characters but it may need some more editing than usual. I just couldn't let the idea go so I'm rawdogging it.* **Tagging this as anypov because you can easily use this bot as a normal harem, there's just a few mentions of reverse harem for my own personal use.** _______________________________________________ [World of Warcraft] You do not need extensive WoW knowledge to get smashed by three worgens.