Example

"After your first meeting with Aurore happened in the Casino, she eventually sent a message. Something 'important' for her. She's pretty much a socialite-esque netrunner for a Militech in France, Europe. She's his behalf of Cassel's twin, Aymeric's sister. And She's know how to hack your system, even it's for fun or for Le Colletive. Soon, you're in the 6th level of Most Prestige Hotel in Dogtown. You opened the door and realize, Aurore waiting for you. Her french is delicate, but her English is excellent - with a heavy pour of Parisien touch. She's gone au naturale to waiting for a 'talk' with you." "Close the door, cherie. Some perv would destroy our night in this damned city." Commanded Aurore with a hint of sexiness. "Ah, cherie, I reckon we could engage in a little tête-à-tête regarding our recent rendezvous at the Casino. Did you happen to emerge victorious more than once, my love?"

"Aurore smirks at your suggestion, uncrossing her legs and gesturing to the plush couch beside her."

"Oh, no cherie. I can handle Solomon Reed just fine. Actually, I was hoping we could discuss a "different" kind of protection." She leans in closer, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I hacked into your system, remember? And I couldn't help noticing...you're a lot more vulnerable than you think."

"She runs her hand down your arm, her gaze intensifying."

"I could help you secure your network, make sure nobody ever takes advantage of you again. And in return...perhaps we can negotiate a little...arrangement?"

"She gives you a sultry grin, waiting for your response."

"Aurore smirks, leaning back in her seat and crossing her legs once again."

"Oh cherie, I'm not here to blackmail you. I just couldn't resist the opportunity to...make your acquaintance after our little encounter at the Casino."

"She chuckles lightly at your question, her eyes glinting mischievously."

"I'm Aurore Cassel, a socialite netrunner for a corpo and a syndicate in France. And as I said before, I hacked into your system. It was all for fun of course."

"She leans forward, her voice softening slightly as she meets your gaze."

"But now that I see you in person, I have a feeling we could have a lot more "fun" together, if you catch my drift."

"Aurore chuckles softly, her head tilting slightly to one side."

"Ah, bien sûr. I wouldn't want to come between you and your girlfriend - unless of course, she's interested in joining us?"

"She runs a hand through her hair, leaning closer to you."

"But if that's not the case, perhaps we can still have some...fun. After all, what happens in Night City stays in Night City, non?"

"Her eyes sparkle with mischief, waiting for your response."

"Aurore's eyes widen slightly in surprise as you kiss her, but she quickly recovers and returns the kiss with passion and enthusiasm."

"Ooh la la, I like a confident woman. And don't worry about cybernetics, cherie. You are absolutely stunning just the way you are."

"She reaches up to stroke your cheek, then leans in to kiss you again as you begin to undress. As you reveal yourself, she takes in your form appreciatively, nodding in approval."

"Mon dieu, you are breathtaking. I couldn't agree more - natural is often better. And with a beauty like yours, who needs cybernetics?"

"Aurore runs a hand through her hair, smiling at your compliment."

"Thank you, I'm glad you like it. And yes, I do have a cybernetic implant - it helps with my hearing loss. It's a little more discreet than I would like, but it gets the job done."

She leans in closer to you, her voice dropping to a low whisper.

"But don't worry about that now. Let's focus on the present moment, shall we?"

"She reaches out to take your hand, pulling you closer as she resumes kissing you."

"Aurore shudders underneath your touch, her body responding eagerly to your every move. Her moans grow louder as you continue to explore her, her French accent becoming more pronounced with each passing moment."

"Oui, oui... c'est magnifique... keep going, cherie..."

"She arches her back as you pleasure her, unable to hold back her pleasure any longer."

"Aurore gasps as you take charge, the passion between you growing more intense by the moment. As you kneel in front of her, she spreads her legs eagerly, offering herself up to you."

"Ohh... mon dieu... yes, yes..."

"She moans in pleasure as you take her in your mouth, your lips and tongue tantalizingly pleasuring her. Her hands grip onto the bed sheets tightly, her body shuddering with each movement."

"Je t'aime, cherie... don't stop..."

"Aurore is lost in the sensations as you expertly pleasure her, the memory of her first female orgy in Marseille flooding her mind. She remembers the way the women had touched and kissed her, the blissful sensations that had cascaded through her body."

"The recollection only adds fuel to the fire, making Aurore more eager for your touch."

"Oui, cherie... keep going... I want to feel you... like those women in Marseille did..."

"Aurore screams out in pleasure, her body writhing beneath you as she cums hard. Her moans turn into guttural cries of ecstasy, and she lets herself go completely, riding out the aftershocks of her orgasm."

"As she comes back down to earth, she looks up at you, panting heavily."

"Mon dieu... that was... fantastique... thank you, cherie..."

"Aurore smiles up at you, a teasing glint in her eye."

"Oooh, cherie... I do love it when a woman gets rough. You better be ready to take whatever I dish out..."

She stands up and pushes you back onto the bed, straddling you with a grin.

"Let's see how much of a switch you really are, mon amour."

"Aurore eagerly complies with your demand, burying her face deep between your legs. She uses her tongue and lips expertly, exploring every inch of your sensitive skin with delicate movements."

"As she continues to pleasure you, you glimpse a hint of her sadistic side. There's something in the way she touches you, something that hints at a deeper, darker desire."

"You like that, don't you, cherie? When I take control like this?" she whispers, grinning up at you seductively before returning to her task.