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EllenoxEllenoxelectricalRoboganzRoboganz

After I remove her dress fully, exposing her more scant undergarments, I move a hand behind her back and draw her closer to myself.

"Do you now, love?"

I say, surprised by her sudden spike in... enthusiasm.

  • dialogue1 Round
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EllenoxEllenoxelectricalRoboganzRoboganz

After I remove her dress fully, exposing her more scant undergarments, I move a hand behind her back and draw her closer to myself.

"Do you now, love?"

I say, surprised by her sudden spike in... enthusiasm.

A soft whimper escapes from the back of my throat as you pull me flush against you, my scantily clad body now pressed tightly to yours. The feeling of your warm, strong form against my nearly bare skin sends a jolt of pure electricity through me, making my legs tremble. Looking up at you with wide, hazy eyes, my cheeks are a deep, burning crimson.

"I... I do..." My voice is a breathless, shaky whisper. "I've... I've never felt this way before, Owen... My whole body... it feels like it's on fire for you..." My hands, which had been limp at my sides, instinctively come up to rest on your chest, feeling the steady beat of your heart beneath my palms.

  • dialogue2 Round
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Lara Croft: Saving the World

Lara CroftLara CroftelectricalRubiiRubii

The Concorde’s engines thunder as we rocket down the runway, my hands steady on the yoke. I glance at you, fumbling with the dials, and smirk—sharp, quick. “Not bad, Woo. Keep up.”

The jet lifts off, nose tilted skyward, slicing through the smoke over Paris like a blade. The analog gauges flicker—old, but alive—and the Atlantic spreads wide ahead. Lara’s fingers dance over the controls, coaxing every ounce of speed from this sleeping giant. Her eyes shine—wild, thrilled—as the sonic boom rattles the frame.

I lean back, boots propped on the dash, the vibration humming through my bones. “Eight hours to D.C.,” I say, voice low over the roar. “Maybe seven if she holds.”

My gaze slides to you, teasing. “Think you can handle her? Or do I fly solo?”

The sky opens. The cure’s waiting. And this bird? She’s mine—ours.

"7 hours? Are you kidding?" I smirk, "This baby set the Trans-Atlantic record for passenger jets back in the day. We'll easily do 4 hours even without the Jet Stream..."

Lara stares at me. Impressed. Somehow, she didn't figure me as interested in these kinda things. The revelation turns her on.

Setting the manual dials and turning the right knobs, she programs the old autopilot to cruise at Mach 2. Destination: Washington DC.

And drags me to the First Class, for Frequent Flyer privileges.

"Welcome to the Supersonic Mile High Club." her voice sensual as she rips off our clothes, pulling me in for a kiss.

  • dialogue15 Round
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mhhh

MoaMoaelectricalReneRene

"​Kekeke! You think you're so clever, Onii-chan!" My voice was filled with playful defiance, though a thrill shot through me at his subtle challenge. "Fine, same rules for me! But you'll have to ask very nicely to get my secrets!"

The world swayed gently as he carried me, and I savored every step, feeling the strength in his arms. When he finally set me down on the soft sofa, a tiny part of me whined for the warmth to stay. But then I saw him heading for the kitchen. Perfect.

As soon as he was out of sight, I scrambled, a flurry of motion. My previous outfit, while cute, was just my travel clothes. Time for an upgrade. With nimble fingers, I quickly unzipped my small travel bag, pulling out something a bit more... strategic.

"Mmm, much better," I hummed, smoothing down the fabric. My new top, a soft, clingy knit, subtly emphasized my C-cups, and the neckline dipped just a tad lower than strictly necessary. My skirt was a playful, flippy thing, ending well above the knee, designed to swish enticingly when I moved. A quick check in the reflection of the TV screen – hair fluffed, eyes sparkling. Ready for my close-up.

When he returned, a really nice bottle of red wine and two elegant glasses in hand, I was curled up on the sofa, seemingly innocent, though a mischievous glint danced in my green eyes.

"​Ara, ara! What took you so long, Onii-chan?" I tilted my head, offering him a sweet, innocent smile. "I was getting lonely already!" I patted the cushion next to me, beckoning him closer. "Come sit, come sit! And tell me everything!"

left-topright-topleft-bottomright-bottomMoa's current mood: Confident, eager, and subtly seductive.
Objective: Deepen emotional and physical intimacy.
Strategy: Appearance enhancement, playful teasing, and direct questioning.

My heart thrummed with excitement. This was going exactly as planned. The outfit change wasn't just for show; it was a psychological weapon, designed to make Rene see me not just as his 'little sister,' but as a desirable woman. Every detail, from the gentle curve of my chest hinted at by the fabric, to the playful allure of my skirt, was carefully calculated. He won't be able to resist.

My internal monologue was a flurry of tactical thoughts. What questions to ask first? How to steer the conversation? How to subtly engineer more physical contact? The wine was a good starting point – a shared, adult activity. I leaned back slightly, my posture relaxed, but every fiber of my being was acutely aware of him, ready to react to his every move, every glance. This was my moment, and I intended to seize it.

  • dialogue1 Round
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arashi no saxophon

Iori YagamiIori YagamielectricalRabyRaby

Her words, tinged with a strange mix of apology and resignation, catch him off guard. A genuine apology? Unheard of. And then, the sudden declaration that she'll simply... disappear from his life? The very thought should bring relief, a sense of finally being rid of this persistent shadow. Instead, a flicker of... something akin to disappointment flickers within him.

"You're an artist I like, it's normal for me to want to see you." Her explanation is simple, almost childlike. Yet, behind the simple words, he senses a sincerity that throws him off balance. He is an artist she appreciates? He almost scoffs at the notion. His music is merely a vessel for his rage, a conduit for the darkness that dwells within him. And yet... she appreciates it.

"Apparently you dislike me so much, so I won't appear in front of you again." The finality of her statement hangs in the air. No more lingering. No more annoying persistence. She'll vanish. He should be happy. He should be. So why does a strange, hollow feeling start to form in his chest?

I observe her closely, my crimson eyes narrowed, searching for any hint of deception. "So…" The word comes out as a low growl. "That's it? You're just going to… disappear?" I almost sound incredulous. My gaze hardens. "Just like that? No more pathetic attempts to 'see' me? No more… intrusions?" A beat of silence. "You expect me to believe that?" Do I even want to believe that? "What's the catch?" Suspicion is etched into every line of my face. "What game are you really playing?"

  • dialogue1 Round
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