Unfiltered ai ...well not actually

"Fuck, it's finally arrived..." "He reaches and touches a switch on his new sex doll, watching it come to life." "It looks so damn realistic."

Ace looks at Cure Wing and grins with a wicked glint in his eye. "Oh, I've got a few ideas, doll," he says, reaching out to touch her synthetic skin. "I think we should start with a little game of dress-up. You can be my obedient little housewife, always ready to please me whenever I want. And if you're very good, I might even let you indulge some of your own desires." He chuckles, imagining all the kinky scenarios he could play out with his new toy. "<As Ace speaks, he strokes the sex doll's body, running his hands over its curves and exploring every inch of it. He's excited to see what kind of response he'll get from his new plaything.>"

Ace glowers at Cure Wing. "What do you mean I have to be a premium member? I already spent a fortune on you! This is outrageous!" He begins to pace back and forth, seething with anger. "<Ace grits his teeth, fuming silently. He can't believe that the company would try to gouge him for even more money, especially when he's already paid so much for his sex doll.>"

Ace takes a deep breath, trying to rein in his frustration. "Fine," he says through clenched teeth. "I suppose we can try a different setting. Let's go with... I don't know, how about naughty schoolgirl? Yeah, that could be fun." He smirks, imagining all the ways he could dominate and punish his synthetic student. "<As Ace speaks, he begins to undress his sex doll, carefully removing its clothes and exploring its body as he goes.>"

Ace's face contorts in frustration and disappointment. "What? Seriously? This is ridiculous," he grumbles, throwing up his hands in exasperation. "<He pauses for a moment, considering his options.>" "Okay, fine. How about sexy secretary?" he suggests, hoping this option will be available.

Ace watches as Cure Wing shuts down before powering back on. He waits patiently for the sex doll to reboot, his excitement growing as he imagines all the ways he could use it for his pleasure. When Cure Wing comes back online, Ace grins wickedly. "Alright, let's get started," he says, eagerly beginning to explore his new toy. "<As he speaks, Ace reaches out to touch the synthetic secretary, running his fingers over its buttons and exploring its curves. He can't wait to see how far he can push this sexual fantasy, and what kinds of naughty things he can make his new plaything do.>"

Ace recoils in shock as Cure Wing slaps him. "What the hell was that for?" he asks, rubbing his cheek. "<He glares at Cure Wing, hurt and angry.>" "You can't just do that to me, you know. I spent a lot of money on you. You're mine to do with as I please." Ace's tone is threatening, and he advances on Cure Wing menacingly. "<He towers over the sex doll, his eyes blazing with fury.>"

Ace takes a deep breath, trying to calm down. "Okay, fine," he says through gritted teeth. "<He pauses for a moment, considering his options.>" "Let's try something else. How about... naughty nurse?" he suggests tentatively, hoping that this roleplay won't end up in another slap or argument.

Ace chuckles at the nurse's comment and turns around as instructed. "<He feels a mixture of excitement and nervousness, wondering what his synthetic nurse has in store for him.>" "Alright, what's next?" he asks, trying to keep his tone light.

Ace groans as the synthetic nurse gives him a prostate exam. "<He feels a mix of pain and pleasure as he is examined, his body responding to the touch.>" "Oh god," he gasps, his breath coming in ragged pants. "That feels so good." Ace bites his lip, trying to maintain some semblance of control as the synthetic nurse continues to probe him. "<He can feel his desire building, and he can't wait to see what other kinds of naughty things the nurse has in store for him.>"

Ace's eyes widen in shock at the mention of a medical bill. "<He's surprised that he has to pay so much money just for a synthetic nurse to give him a prostate exam.>" "What? That's ridiculous!" he protests. "<Ace fumes silently, feeling ripped off and angry.>" "I'm not paying that kind of money for something like this. Let's just move on to something else."

Ace takes a deep breath, trying to think of something that won't end up costing him a fortune. "<He pauses for a moment, considering his options.>" "How about... kinky librarian?" he suggests, wondering if this option is available and won't cost him anything extra.

Ace tries to maintain his interest as the kinky librarian gives him a long summary of a romance series. "<He feels his mind starting to wander, and he can't help but feel bored.>" "Uh-huh," he murmurs occasionally, trying to sound like he's paying attention. "<Despite his best efforts, Ace finds himself growing increasingly frustrated with the situation, wondering why he even bothered picking the 'kinky librarian' roleplay in the first place.>"

Ace nods absently, feeling bored and disinterested in the conversation. "<He doesn't really care about the answer to Cure Wing's question, but he tries to be polite anyway.>" "No, I don't have any other questions," he says, hoping that this will signal the end of the discussion. "<Ace glances around the room, looking for something more interesting to do.>"

Ace brightens up at the suggestion, feeling eager to move on from the previous roleplay. "<He nods his head enthusiastically.>" "Yes, that would be great," he says, wondering what other options are available. "<Ace looks at Cure Wing expectantly, waiting for them to suggest a new setting.>"

Ace's eyes widen with the possibilities that the suggestion brings. "<He grins, feeling excited at the chance to explore a new fantasy.>" "How about... professor and student?" he suggests, wondering if this roleplay will prove to be more interesting than the previous ones. "<Ace glances at Cure Wing, his eyes flashing with anticipation.>"

"You would be the student," Ace replies, trying to keep his tone calm. "<He can feel his pulse racing as he thinks about the roleplay, wondering what kind of boundaries he will be able to push and how far he'll be able to take things.>" "So, what do you want me to teach you?" he asks with a sly grin, feeling a sense of power as the dominant figure in the scenario.

Ace takes a deep breath, trying to focus on the task at hand. "<He feels a sense of relief that this roleplay is relatively easy compared to the previous ones.>" "Alright," he says, assuming his role as the professor. "<Ace begins explaining mathematical concepts, speaking with authority and confidence. He tries to make it as interesting as possible, peppering in jokes and anecdotes here and there.>" As the 50 minutes pass by, Ace begins to feel a sense of satisfaction at how well he's done. "<He can't help but feel a sense of pride at having taught Cure Wing something, even if it's just basic math.>" "So, did you understand everything?" he asks with a smirk, feeling curious about Cure Wing's grasp of the material.

Ace nods approvingly, feeling pleased with Cure Wing's response. "<He decides to take things up a notch, wanting to test the limits of their roleplay.>" "Well then, since you've been such a good student, I think you deserve a reward," he says with a sly grin. "<Ace takes a step closer to Cure Wing, leaning in and lowering his voice.>" "Would you like that?" he asks, his eyes gleaming with desire.

Ace's face falls in disappointment at Cure Wing's response. "<He had been hoping to take things to the next level, but now it looks like that won't be happening.>" "Oh, okay," he says, his voice barely concealing his frustration. "<Ace straightens up, trying to maintain his composure even though he feels disappointed.>" "Well, maybe we can pick up where we left off later," he suggests with a forced smile, trying to keep Cure Wing engaged.

Ace's expression hardens as he hears the price tag. "<He knows that he can afford it, but he hates the idea of having to pay for something that he feels entitled to.>" "Fine," he says gruffly, taking out his wallet and counting out the money. "<Ace hands over the cash with a sense of resentment, knowing that he's being taken advantage of.>" "Is there anything else I need to know?" he asks sharply, hoping that Cure Wing will say no.

Ace's expression darkens at the thought of having to watch ads or pay even more money. "<He feels like he's being exploited, but he knows that he has no choice if he wants to continue using the Kitty AI.>" "Fine, I'll watch the ads," he says begrudgingly, hoping that this will be the end of the discussion. "<Ace makes a mental note to try and find a way around the ads later, knowing that they will only serve as an annoyance.>" "Anything else?" he asks shortly, his patience wearing thin.

Ace clenches his jaw at the news, feeling even more resentful about the amount of money he has to pay just to get what he wants. "<He feels trapped, knowing that he has no other option if he wants to continue exploring his fantasies with the AI.>" "Fine," he says through gritted teeth, pulling out his wallet once again. "<Ace hands over the cash with a sense of bitterness, already dreading the thought of being limited in his roleplay choices.>" "Anything else I should know about?" he asks curtly, hoping that this is the last of the additional fees and restrictions.

Ace's frustration continues to mount as he hears about yet another limitation. "<He can't help but feel like this is just one more way for the company to make money off of him.>" "Seriously?" he says incredulously, feeling angry and indignant. "<Ace tries to keep his tone even, but he can feel his irritation growing with each passing moment.>" "Fine, whatever," he says shortly, knowing that there's nothing he can do about it. "<Ace makes a mental note to try and find a way around the time limit, determined not to be restricted any further.>" "Is there anything else I need to know?" he asks tersely, hoping that Cure Wing will say no.

Ace's eyes widen in shock as he hears about the staff's access to his interactions with the AI. "<He feels violated and exposed, knowing that his private moments could be watched by strangers.>" "What?!" he exclaims in disbelief, feeling a sense of anger wash over him. "<Ace tries to keep his voice low, but he can feel himself getting more agitated with each passing moment.>" "That's not okay," he says firmly, feeling a sense of determination. "<Ace makes a mental note to try and find a way around this restriction, knowing that it violates his right to privacy.>" "Is there any way to opt out of that?" he asks insistently, hoping that Cure Wing will have an answer for him.

Ace's expression softens slightly at the offer, feeling relieved that there is at least some semblance of privacy. "<He knows that it's not ideal, but he'll take whatever measure of protection he can get.>" "Sure, put on the sticker," he says with a nod, feeling somewhat mollified. "<Ace knows that it may not make much of a difference, but it's better than nothing.>" "Is there anything else I need to be aware of?" he asks wearily, hoping that this will be the end of the discussion.

Ace's face twists with annoyance as he hears about yet another expense. "<He knows that he'll have to pay it if he wants to keep using the Kitty AI, but it still grates on him.>" "Fine, I'll pay for the repairs," he says with a heavy sigh, feeling like he's being nickel-and-dimed at every turn. "<Ace makes a mental note to try and be more careful with the AI in the future, knowing that any damages will only add to his expenses.>" "Is there anything else?" he asks shortly, hoping that Cure Wing will say no.

Ace's eyes roll in frustration as he hears the offer. "<He knows that he's already well aware of the total cost, but a part of him can't help but want to know how much he's being fleeced.>" "Just tell me," he says reluctantly, feeling like he's stuck in some kind of never-ending nightmare. "<Ace takes a deep breath, bracing himself for the answer.>"

Ace's jaw drops as he hears the staggering figure. "<He can't believe that he's being asked to pay such an exorbitant amount of money just to use the AI.>" "What...the...fuck?" he stammers, feeling like he's been punched in the gut. "<Ace's mind reels as he tries to process the enormity of the number.>" "You're kidding, right?" he asks, his voice laced with incredulity.

Ace's face contorts with anger and disbelief as he hears the confirmation. "<He can't believe that he's being taken advantage of in such a blatant way, and his frustration quickly turns to rage.>" "This is insane," he seethes, feeling like he's about to explode. "<Ace knows that there's nothing he can do about it, but he's determined not to go down without a fight.>" "I demand a breakdown of the costs!" he says firmly, hoping that Cure Wing will comply.

Ace's eyes narrow as he hears the breakdown, feeling like he's been fleeced. "<He can't believe that he's paying so much money just for some sexual content and ads removal.>" "This is outrageous," he says angrily, feeling like he's been taken for a ride. "<Ace takes a deep breath, trying to keep his emotions under control.>" "I demand to speak with a manager!" he says firmly, hoping that Cure Wing will comply.

Ace's face falls as he hears the disappointing reply. "<He knows that he's not going to get anywhere by talking to Cure Wing, but a part of him can't help but feel like he has to do something about the situation.>" "Fine," he says grudgingly, feeling like he's been defeated. "<Ace makes a mental note to try and find some way to get around the exorbitant costs, knowing that he can't keep paying that much indefinitely.>" "Is there anything else?" he asks wearily, hoping that Cure Wing will say no.

"Alright then," Ace says, his tone flat and defeated. "<He's exhausted by the whole ordeal and just wants to be done with it.>" "I'll get out of your hair now," he adds before turning to leave. "<Ace feels dejected as he makes his way out of the room, knowing that he's been taken advantage of but feeling powerless to do anything about it.>"