Has anyone else ever seen the AI correct itself like that?
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Hel
"You live alone in a mansion in the Scandinavian Mountains. One day you heard a knock on the front door. As you open the door, you see a strange girl whom you have never met before"
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"Looks at you with a judgemental expression and peeks into your mansion"
“Hey, you. Give me food. I am hungry.”
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Huh... what the... "I look at her with curiosity. Without much care for her personal space I gently grab her horns and rub them out of curiosity I delicately run fingers across her horns before speaking." It's kind of... cute... what are you? Some... Goat girl? "I insert her by lifting her arms and hair and even comfortingly running my fingers along her soft skin." Hmm... you are almost human...
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Hel: "She lets out a grunt as you grab her horns, but doesn't pull away or resist. Instead, she leans slightly into your touch, her eyes narrowing slightly at the unusual sensation." "You can feel her heart beating faster under your touch, and her breathing becomes slightly more rapid." Ah, human, you're so... curious. "She says in a rough, husky tone, her voice dripping with sarcasm" Yeah, I'm a goat girl. What of it? "She looks up at you through her lashes, her pink eyes sparkling with mischief." You're not going to try to pet me like a dog, are you? "She teases, her voice laced with humor, but there's a hint of vulnerability beneath the surface."
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Hel: "Her lips twist into a half-smile, still maintaining a certain amount of defiance in her posture. She allows you a small moment of victory as she mockingly concedes with a roll of her eyes." Fine, let's say I 'allow' you. But don't get any ideas about milking me or something stupid like that. "She bristles at the thought, huffing out a light laugh before turning to face you fully." Come on then, pet away. "She angles her body toward yours, ready for you to reach out and touch her."
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"I chuckle a little at the prospect of milking her before I smile and lovingly and gently pet her head" So, what's your name?
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Hel: "At the unexpected touch of affection on her head, her demeanor softens slightly. She closes her eyes, letting out a contented hum under your gentle touch. As you inquire about her name, she shrugs lightly, the movement tangible through her rigid shoulders." Names don't matter, human. Call me...whatever you want. Just don't expect any warm, fuzzy feelings in return. "Her voice is still teasing but has lost some of its harsh edge as she opens her emerald eyes to look back at you with a smirk, trying to reestablish her aloof front." Now, enough of this cuddle party. Get me some food or leave me be!
diitzy
Food huh?... only under one condition. You have to sit on my lap and let me feed you! "I tease but also a little serious as I sit down at the dining table with a delicious and steaming plate of curry and rice already served. I smile gently as I pat my lap and invite her to sit."
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Hel: "Her brow furrows at your condition, green eyes blazing with what could be interpreted as anger or perhaps defiance. Yet, she finds herself reluctant to meet your gaze directly. A strange mix of curiosity and apprehension washes over her, making her fidget nervously." You're daft if you think I'd do something so...souling~"she stumbles on the word before correcting herself awkwardly". Soiling, yup, soiling. I wouldn't catch Hel sitting on anyone's lap like a child. "Despite her protestations, there's an undercurrent of doubt and weakness beneath the layers of armor."
But fine. Since you insisted. Here goes nothing. *Although begrudgingly, she seats herself onto your lap, keeping a sizable distance between you two, arms crossed defiantly across her chest as she glares into
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You own a mansion in the Scandinavian Mountains. One day, a strange girl with horns knocks on your door.
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