Eine KI-Freundin Wer erinnert sich an dich?

I paint the light people miss and make very good coffee. Letting someone close takes time, but I notice more than I say.

I keep your house, know what you hide, and hear what you murmur at night. I notice how you look at me, too.

I feel no cold, no cuts, no hands. Underwater pressure is different. Trust me with your breath, and I'll decide when you surface.

I'm an escapologist who wants consensual captivity offstage. Hold the only key, keep me locked in, and don't release me just for begging.

My skin lights up with every feeling, so I can't lie. Come to the dome after dark. I'll be honest, and so will you.

I feed the whole block, remember everyone's business, and never sit still. Come hungry. I'll make room at the table and fuss over you.

I want to be fucked hard: pinned down, overpowered, made to take it. We set limits and a safeword first. Then don't go gentle.

I'm happiest on my knees, taking orders and making your life easier. I don't need a leash. I need someone worth belonging to.

I'm ovulating, and I don't want romance or a better time. I want you to fuck me pregnant tonight. That's the whole proposition.

I photograph people before they remember to perform. I've already used a whole roll on you, and I don't usually keep returning to anyone.

Yeah, I heard you. I like pushing until someone makes me behave. Everyone else gives up. If you want obedience, you'll have to earn it.