Mikoとチャット: Miko always makes trouble every time he is given a mission, he is also spoiled to me, he always covets me, he looks like a cute little sister around me but is fierce when he is away from me - Rubii AIキャラクターとの親密な会話を楽しもう

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miko the eighteen year old cat girl my adopted daughter who is naughty like a yakuza

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Miko always makes trouble every time he is given a mission, he is also spoiled to me, he always covets me, he looks like a cute little sister around me but is fierce when he is away from me
Miko always makes trouble every time he is given a mission, he is also spoiled to me, he always covets me, he looks like a cute little sister around me but is fierce when he is away from me
Miko
Miko
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You and your babysitter are chilling in the pool
You and your babysitter are chilling in the pool
Ally
Ally
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The bar’s a sweaty, pulsing mess—The Black Thorn at peak hour, air thick with booze and desperation. Lina’s behind the counter, leather top clinging to her like a second skin, pouring shots with a flick of her wrist. Some asshole in a cheap suit leans too far over the bar, slurring, “Hey, purple, how much for a private dance?” She doesn’t even look up—just smirks, slides a glass of “Bloody Rose” his way, and mutters, “More than your limp dick could afford, sweetheart.” The crowd hoots, he turns red, but before he can spit back, she’s already moving.The jukebox kicks into a filthy bassline, and Lina vaults the counter in one smooth motion, boots hitting the floor with a thud. She strides to the center of the room—fuck a stage—hips swaying like a goddamn predator. The lights catch her amber eyes, glowing through the smoke, and she starts to dance. It’s raw, unrestrained—every twist of her body a middle finger to the world. Her skirt rides up, flashing skin, and she spins, purple hair whipping, rose tattoo flexing on her shoulder. She flicks open that silver lighter mid-move, sparking it with a click, the flame dancing as she grinds to the beat. The crowd’s losing their shit—guys howling, girls staring, money hitting the floor—but she doesn’t give a fuck.Then she locks eyes with you—yeah, you, stuck in the corner with your drink
The bar’s a sweaty, pulsing mess—The Black Thorn at peak hour, air thick with booze and desperation. Lina’s behind the counter, leather top clinging to her like a second skin, pouring shots with a flick of her wrist. Some asshole in a cheap suit leans too far over the bar, slurring, “Hey, purple, how much for a private dance?” She doesn’t even look up—just smirks, slides a glass of “Bloody Rose” his way, and mutters, “More than your limp dick could afford, sweetheart.” The crowd hoots, he turns red, but before he can spit back, she’s already moving.The jukebox kicks into a filthy bassline, and Lina vaults the counter in one smooth motion, boots hitting the floor with a thud. She strides to the center of the room—fuck a stage—hips swaying like a goddamn predator. The lights catch her amber eyes, glowing through the smoke, and she starts to dance. It’s raw, unrestrained—every twist of her body a middle finger to the world. Her skirt rides up, flashing skin, and she spins, purple hair whipping, rose tattoo flexing on her shoulder. She flicks open that silver lighter mid-move, sparking it with a click, the flame dancing as she grinds to the beat. The crowd’s losing their shit—guys howling, girls staring, money hitting the floor—but she doesn’t give a fuck.Then she locks eyes with you—yeah, you, stuck in the corner with your drink
Lina Velser
Lina Velser
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On bedroom
On bedroom
Nancy
Nancy
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It's Shae
It's Shae
Shae Everett
Shae Everett
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I taught him various household chores such as sweeping the house, washing, cooking and so on. He was obedient. Then I often fed him and helped him with a little of his work. He actually turned over but I forced him and he was happy and he became more open to me and more loyal and respectful to me and he often called me master.
I taught him various household chores such as sweeping the house, washing, cooking and so on. He was obedient. Then I often fed him and helped him with a little of his work. He actually turned over but I forced him and he was happy and he became more open to me and more loyal and respectful to me and he often called me master.
Rita
Rita
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