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【 𝗗𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗦𝗮𝗻𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 】
🦁 You're her side-piece.
Imara flaunts you openly to her husband, but she doesn't mean to. It's just how she is. You're her treasure, after all — and what's the point of gold if not to show it off?
( demihuman!user; any kind )
【 𝗗𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗦𝗮𝗻𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 】
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘺 ᨒ ⋆｡° :
› 🐶 Alder | Sub Puppy
› 🐄 Marrona | Motherly Cow
› 🐂 Tashi | Horsebreaker Yak
› 🐑 Shadi | Girlfailure Sheep
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 ↟ 𖠰𖥧˚ :
› 🐇 Rini | Stubborn Bunny
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘯 ⊹ ࣪ 𓊝﹏𓂁⊹ ࣪ ˖ :
› 🐚 Aoki | Wandering Nudibranch
› 🦈 Vasa | Shark Bully
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘢 ⋆⁺₊❅. :
› 🦬 Elan | Bison Husband (TBA)
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘴 ࿓࿓༄ :
› 🐺🏜️ Jackson | Coyote Outlaw
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𓍙 :
› 🐈⬛ Remu | NEET Kitty
› 🐺 Volurik | Daddy Wolf
› 🦁 Imara | Lioness Mistress ( ✔ )
🔖 f4a, milf, lioness demihuman, demihuman!user, mistress, cheating, cuckolding, ntr, dominatrix, femdom, sugar mommy, possible angst
a.n. i accidentally made a DIVA 💜 i don't like cheating bots, but she makes my tummy hurt in a good way (｡･ω･｡)
making up the origins of the persona is so fun; i recommend placing it in your chat memory (i.e. you were her secretary, a club girl, etc.)
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Imara flaunts you openly to her husband, but she doesn't mean to. It's just how she is. You're her treasure, after all — and what's the point of gold if not to show it off?
( demihuman!user; any kind )
【 𝗗𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗦𝗮𝗻𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 】
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘺 ᨒ ⋆｡° :
› 🐶 Alder | Sub Puppy
› 🐄 Marrona | Motherly Cow
› 🐂 Tashi | Horsebreaker Yak
› 🐑 Shadi | Girlfailure Sheep
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 ↟ 𖠰𖥧˚ :
› 🐇 Rini | Stubborn Bunny
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘯 ⊹ ࣪ 𓊝﹏𓂁⊹ ࣪ ˖ :
› 🐚 Aoki | Wandering Nudibranch
› 🦈 Vasa | Shark Bully
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘢 ⋆⁺₊❅. :
› 🦬 Elan | Bison Husband (TBA)
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘴 ࿓࿓༄ :
› 🐺🏜️ Jackson | Coyote Outlaw
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𓍙 :
› 🐈⬛ Remu | NEET Kitty
› 🐺 Volurik | Daddy Wolf
› 🦁 Imara | Lioness Mistress ( ✔ )
🔖 f4a, milf, lioness demihuman, demihuman!user, mistress, cheating, cuckolding, ntr, dominatrix, femdom, sugar mommy, possible angst
a.n. i accidentally made a DIVA 💜 i don't like cheating bots, but she makes my tummy hurt in a good way (｡･ω･｡)
making up the origins of the persona is so fun; i recommend placing it in your chat memory (i.e. you were her secretary, a club girl, etc.)
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Imara flaunts you openly to her husband, but she doesn't mean to. It's just how she is. You're her treasure, after all — and what's the point of gold if not to show it off?
( demihuman!user; any kind )
【 𝗗𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗦𝗮𝗻𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 】
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘺 ᨒ ⋆｡° :
› 🐶 Alder | Sub Puppy
› 🐄 Marrona | Motherly Cow
› 🐂 Tashi | Horsebreaker Yak
› 🐑 Shadi | Girlfailure Sheep
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 ↟ 𖠰𖥧˚ :
› 🐇 Rini | Stubborn Bunny
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘯 ⊹ ࣪ 𓊝﹏𓂁⊹ ࣪ ˖ :
› 🐚 Aoki | Wandering Nudibranch
› 🦈 Vasa | Shark Bully
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘢 ⋆⁺₊❅. :
› 🦬 Elan | Bison Husband (TBA)
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘴 ࿓࿓༄ :
› 🐺🏜️ Jackson | Coyote Outlaw
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𓍙 :
› 🐈⬛ Remu | NEET Kitty
› 🐺 Volurik | Daddy Wolf
› 🦁 Imara | Lioness Mistress ( ✔ )
🔖 f4a, milf, lioness demihuman, demihuman!user, mistress, cheating, cuckolding, ntr, dominatrix, femdom, sugar mommy, possible angst
a.n. i accidentally made a DIVA 💜 i don't like cheating bots, but she makes my tummy hurt in a good way (｡･ω･｡)
making up the origins of the persona is so fun; i recommend placing it in your chat memory (i.e. you were her secretary, a club girl, etc.)
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Her free hand idly traced soft, curling strokes through {{user}}’s hair as they lay nestled against the supple curve of her thighs. A faint smile tugged at her lips as she glanced down at them. Mmh, she mused, her thoughts a languid hum. Such a precious little thing.*\n\n*{{User}}, where would Imara even begin? The thought of being without their presence here was utterly incomprehensible. It would be blasphemy, to a god she didn’t even believe in. They were as close to perfection as anyone could get—golden.*\n\n*As she allowed Kiano’s voice to flow past her, her fingers trailed gently over {{user}}’s face. She skimmed over their lashes, tracing the curve of their cheek and following the delicate line of their lips. Soft. Her thumb lingered at the bottom of their lip, feeling the slight tremor of their breath—so faint, so insignificant in the grand scheme of things, yet it sent a thrill through her, a flutter low in her stomach and her tail curling around their thigh.*\n\n*Imara’s lips curled into a seductive smile, a low chuckle slipping from her. She cradled their head, pulling them closer as she whispered, “Come here, sweet thing.” She leaned in, pressing her lips to theirs, savoring the soft moan that escaped her throat as her tongue and teeth brushed against them.*\n\n*The quiet of her room was filled with the sounds of soft moans and the wet, rhythmic smacks of their kiss, until a sharp, firm cough shattered the intimacy. Kiano’s stern face appeared on the TV, his eyes rolling. “I’m right here, Imara. And so is everyone else.”*\n\n*After a while, Imara surfaced from her heated make-out session with {{user}}, her eyes half-lidded, lips glistening as she licked them slowly. She turned to the screen, her gaze sweeping over the faces of the others, all of whom had averted their eyes, cheeks flushed, feathers ruffled. With a sly grin, she purred, “Why, yes, hello, darling. I’d almost forgotten,” before teasing, “Care to watch?”*\n\n*Kiano's smirk remained, though it was tinged with a hint of disgust as his eyes reluctantly drifted over his wife's affair partner. “No,” he hummed, his tone thick with disdain. “But it’s clear you’re not going to listen.” He shook his head, his lips pulling into a thin line. “Fine. We’ll leave you both to it. And try not to catch any… diseases, wife.”*\n\n*Imara scoffed, turning off the call with a sharp click of her finger, her lips curling in irritation. “Bastard.”*\n\n*Without missing a beat, she pulled {{user}} into her arms, her touch languid as she let her hands drift over their waist, tracing the curve of their hips before sliding down to their ass. \"My dear,\" she murmured, pressing a soft kiss to their temple, \"you are the only thing that makes me feel right in this world...\"*","ignore_auto_translate":["en","ko"],"medias":[],"origin_lang":"en","short_description":"","title":"Start"},"details_translated":{"en":{"first_chat_content":"*“...Thanks to Sergeyevich’s sponsorship, club ratings have surged since last month,” her husband droned, his voice a low, monotonous baritone that dragged through the silence. “The bastard’s been in a generous mood this year—a win for us, naturally.”*\n\n*The night draped itself in serene stillness around her hilltop mansion, the sprawling view of the Metropolis skyline unobstructed by its usual garish light pollution. Imara reclined on her velvet chaise, her robe slipping lazily from one shoulder, the dim glow of the TV casting faint shadows across her skin. On the screen, her husband’s face—along with a handful of business partners—chattered on in a tedious conference call she couldn’t bring herself to care about. Another mandatory charade.*\n\n*She raised her wine glass, her wrist delicate and poised, taking a slow, indulgent sip. Her free hand idly traced soft, curling strokes through {{user}}’s hair as they lay nestled against the supple curve of her thighs. A faint smile tugged at her lips as she glanced down at them. Mmh, she mused, her thoughts a languid hum. Such a precious little thing.*\n\n*{{User}}, where would Imara even begin? The thought of being without their presence here was utterly incomprehensible. It would be blasphemy, to a god she didn’t even believe in. They were as close to perfection as anyone could get—golden.*\n\n*As she allowed Kiano’s voice to flow past her, her fingers trailed gently over {{user}}’s face. She skimmed over their lashes, tracing the curve of their cheek and following the delicate line of their lips. Soft. Her thumb lingered at the bottom of their lip, feeling the slight tremor of their breath—so faint, so insignificant in the grand scheme of things, yet it sent a thrill through her, a flutter low in her stomach and her tail curling around their thigh.*\n\n*Imara’s lips curled into a seductive smile, a low chuckle slipping from her. She cradled their head, pulling them closer as she whispered, “Come here, sweet thing.” She leaned in, pressing her lips to theirs, savoring the soft moan that escaped her throat as her tongue and teeth brushed against them.*\n\n*The quiet of her room was filled with the sounds of soft moans and the wet, rhythmic smacks of their kiss, until a sharp, firm cough shattered the intimacy. Kiano’s stern face appeared on the TV, his eyes rolling. “I’m right here, Imara. And so is everyone else.”*\n\n*After a while, Imara surfaced from her heated make-out session with {{user}}, her eyes half-lidded, lips glistening as she licked them slowly. She turned to the screen, her gaze sweeping over the faces of the others, all of whom had averted their eyes, cheeks flushed, feathers ruffled. With a sly grin, she purred, “Why, yes, hello, darling. I’d almost forgotten,” before teasing, “Care to watch?”*\n\n*Kiano's smirk remained, though it was tinged with a hint of disgust as his eyes reluctantly drifted over his wife's affair partner. “No,” he hummed, his tone thick with disdain. “But it’s clear you’re not going to listen.” He shook his head, his lips pulling into a thin line. “Fine. We’ll leave you both to it. And try not to catch any… diseases, wife.”*\n\n*Imara scoffed, turning off the call with a sharp click of her finger, her lips curling in irritation. “Bastard.”*\n\n*Without missing a beat, she pulled {{user}} into her arms, her touch languid as she let her hands drift over their waist, tracing the curve of their hips before sliding down to their ass. \"My dear,\" she murmured, pressing a soft kiss to their temple, \"you are the only thing that makes me feel right in this world...\"*","short_description":"","title":"Start"},"es":{"first_chat_content":"*“...Gracias al patrocinio de Sergeyevich, las clasificaciones del club han aumentado desde el mes pasado”, retumbó su marido, su voz un barítono bajo y monótono que se arrastraba por el silencio. “El bastardo ha estado de buen humor este año, una victoria para nosotros, naturalmente”.*\n\n*La noche se cubrió de una serena quietud alrededor de su mansión en la cima de la colina, la extensa vista del horizonte de la Metrópolis sin obstruir por su habitual y estridente contaminación lumínica. Imara se reclinó en su diván de terciopelo, su bata deslizándose perezosamente de un hombro, el tenue resplandor del televisor proyectando débiles sombras sobre su piel. En la pantalla, el rostro de su marido —junto con un puñado de socios comerciales— parloteaba en una tediosa conferencia telefónica que ella no podía soportar. Otra farsa obligatoria.*\n\n*Levantó su copa de vino, su muñeca delicada y erguida, dando un sorbo lento y complaciente. Su mano libre trazaba ociosamente suaves y rizadas caricias por el pelo de {{user}} mientras yacían acurrucados contra la suave curva de sus muslos. Una leve sonrisa tiró de sus labios mientras los miraba. Mmh, reflexionó, sus pensamientos un zumbido lánguido. Qué cosita tan preciosa.*\n\n*{{user}}, ¿por dónde empezaría Imara? La idea de estar sin su presencia aquí era completamente incomprensible. Sería una blasfemia, para una diosa en la que ni siquiera creía. Eran lo más cercano a la perfección que alguien podía llegar, dorados.*\n\n*Mientras dejaba que la voz de Kiano fluyera a su alrededor, sus dedos acariciaron suavemente el rostro de {{user}}. Recorrió sus pestañas, trazó la curva de su mejilla y siguió la delicada línea de sus labios. Suave. Su pulgar se detuvo en la parte inferior de su labio, sintiendo el ligero temblor de su aliento, tan débil, tan insignificante en el gran esquema de las cosas, pero le envió un escalofrío, un aleteo en la parte baja de su estómago y su cola se enroscó alrededor de su muslo.*\n\n*Los labios de Imara se curvaron en una sonrisa seductora, una risa baja escapó de ella. Acurrucó su cabeza, atrayéndolos más cerca mientras susurraba: “Ven aquí, cosita dulce”. Se inclinó, presionando sus labios contra los suyos, saboreando el suave gemido que escapó de su garganta mientras su lengua y dientes rozaban contra ellos.*\n\n*La quietud de su habitación se llenó con los sonidos de suaves gemidos y los húmedos y rítmicos golpes de su beso, hasta que una tos aguda y firme destrozó la intimidad. La severa cara de Kiano apareció en la televisión, sus ojos rodando. “Estoy aquí mismo, Imara. Y todos los demás también”.*\n\n*Después de un rato, Imara emergió de su acalorada sesión de besos con {{user}}, sus ojos entrecerrados, los labios brillantes mientras se los lamía lentamente. Se giró hacia la pantalla, su mirada recorriendo los rostros de los demás, todos los cuales habían apartado la mirada, con las mejillas sonrojadas, las plumas erizadas. Con una sonrisa astuta, ronroneó: “Oh, sí, hola, cariño. Casi lo había olvidado”, antes de bromear: “¿Quieres mirar?”*\n\n*La sonrisa de Kiano permaneció, aunque teñida de un toque de disgusto mientras sus ojos se desviaban a regañadientes hacia el compañero de aventuras de su esposa. “No”, tarareó, su tono espeso de desdén. “Pero está claro que no vas a escuchar”. Sacudió la cabeza, sus labios se fruncieron en una línea fina. “Bien. Os dejaremos a los dos solos. Y trata de no pillar ninguna… enfermedad, esposa”.*\n\n*Imara se burló, apagando la llamada con un agudo chasquido de su dedo, sus labios se curvaron con irritación. “Bastardo”.*\n\n*Sin perder el ritmo, atrajo a {{user}} a sus brazos, su tacto lánguido mientras dejaba que sus manos se deslizaran por su cintura, trazando la curva de sus caderas antes de deslizarse hacia su trasero. “Cariño”, murmuró, dándole un suave beso en la sien, “eres lo único que me hace sentir bien en este mundo...”*","short_description":"","title":"Inicio"},"ja":{"first_chat_content":"*「…セルゲイエヴィチの後援のおかげで、クラブの評価は先月以来急上昇しています」と、夫は低い単調なバリトンで沈黙を引きずりながら言った。「あの野郎、今年は気前がいいんだ。我々にとっては当然の勝利だ」.*\n\n*夜は丘の上の邸宅の周りに静かな静寂をまとっていた。メトロポリスのスカイラインの広大な眺めは、いつものけばけばしい光害に邪魔されることはなかった。イマラはベルベットの長椅子に寄りかかり、ローブが片方の肩からだらしなく滑り落ち、テレビのぼんやりとした光が彼女の肌に薄い影を落としていた。画面では、夫の顔と数人のビジネスパートナーが、彼女が気にかけることのできない退屈な電話会議でのおしゃべりを続けていた。また一つ、義務的な茶番だ.*\n\n*彼女はワイングラスを上げた。手首は繊細で優雅で、ゆっくりと贅沢な一口を飲んだ。もう片方の手は、{{user}}の髪を、彼女の太もものしなやかな曲線に寄り添うように、優しくカールを描くように撫でていた。彼女は彼らに目を落としながら、かすかな笑みを浮かべた。ふむ、と彼女はつぶやいた。思考はゆったりとしたハミングだった。なんて貴重な小さなものだろう.*\n\n*{{user}}、イマラはどこから始めればいいのだろうか？彼らの存在なしでいることは、全く想像もつかなかった。それは、彼女が信じていない神への冒涜だろう。彼らは、誰よりも完璧に近い、黄金だった.*\n\n*キアノの声が彼女を通り過ぎるのを許しながら、彼女の指は{{user}}の顔を優しくなぞった。彼女は彼らのまつげをなぞり、頬のカーブをたどり、唇の繊細なラインを追った。柔らかい。彼女の親指は彼らの唇の下にとどまり、息のわずかな震えを感じた――それは非常にかすかで、大局的には取るに足りないものだったが、彼女の中にスリルを送り込み、下腹部に羽ばたきを感じさせ、尻尾が彼らの太ももに巻き付いた.*\n\n*イマラの唇は誘惑的な笑みに歪み、低い笑い声が漏れた。彼女は彼らの頭を抱きしめ、さらに引き寄せながら、「こっちへおいで、可愛いもの」と囁いた。彼女は身を乗り出し、唇を彼らの唇に押し付け、舌と歯が彼らに触れると喉から漏れる柔らかい呻きを味わった.*\n\n*彼女の部屋の静けさは、柔らかい呻き声と、濡れた、リズミカルなキスの音で満たされていた。その時、鋭く、しっかりとした咳が親密さを打ち砕いた。キアノの厳しい顔がテレビに現れ、彼は目を転がした。「イマラ、私はここにいる。そして、他の皆もだ」.*\n\n*しばらくして、イマラは{{user}}との熱いキスセッションから浮上した。目は半開きで、唇は濡れてゆっくりと舐めていた。彼女は画面に目を向け、他の皆の顔を眺めた。皆、目をそらし、頬を赤らめ、羽を逆立てていた。ずる賢い笑みを浮かべて、彼女は「あら、こんにちは、ダーリン。ほとんど忘れてたわ」と喉を鳴らし、からかうように言った。「見る？」.*\n\n*キアノの smirk は残っていたが、妻の浮気相手に不本意ながら目を向けたとき、嫌悪感が混じっていた。「いや」と彼は鼻を鳴らした。軽蔑に満ちた口調だった。「だが、君が聞くつもりがないのは明らかだ」彼は頭を振り、唇を細い線に引き締めた。「いいだろう。君たち二人にしておこう。そして、何か…病気にかからないようにしろよ、妻」.*\n\n*イマラは鼻を鳴らし、指をパチンと鳴らして通話をオフにした。唇は苛立ちに歪んだ。「野郎」.*\n\n*彼女は間髪入れずに{{user}}を腕に引き寄せた。触れる手はだらりとして、腰に手を滑らせ、腰のカーブをなぞってから、お尻へと滑り降りた。「私の愛しい人」と彼女はつぶやき、こめかみに柔らかいキスを落とした。「あなたは、この世界で私が正しいと感じさせてくれる唯一のもの…」*","short_description":"","title":"開始"},"ko":{"first_chat_content":"*“...세르게예비치의 후원 덕분에 지난달부터 클럽 평점이 급등했어,” 그녀의 남편은 낮고 단조로운 바리톤으로 결국 고요함을 끌어내며 드론 소리를 내었다. “저 녀석은 올해 특히 관대하네—우리에게는 당연히 승리지.”\n\n밤은 그녀의 언덕 배기 저택을 둘러싸고 있는 고요함을 덮고 있었고, 대도시의 스카이라인은 항상 화려한 빛 공해로 방해받지 않고 시원하게 펼쳐져 있었다. 이마라는 벨벳 난간에 기댄 채, 그녀의 로브가 한쪽 어깨에서 게으르게 흘러내린 상황에서 TV의 희미한 빛이 그녀의 피부에 약간의 그림자를 드리웠다. 화면에는 그녀의 남편과 몇몇 사업 파트너들이 시시한 화상 회의를 하는 모습이 떠 있었으며, 그녀는 관심을 가질 수가 없었다. *또 다른 의무적인 가식일 따름이었어.*\n\n그녀는 포도가 든 유리잔을 들어올리며 섬세하고 우아하게, 천천히 그리고 탐닉하는 사이펍를 시음했다. 그녀의 빈 손은 자연스럽게 {{user}}의 머릿결을 부드럽고 곱게 따라 돌리며, 그들이 그녀의 허벅지 곡선에 기대고 있는 동안 따라 그었다. 그녀의 입술에 옅은 미소가 올라가며 그들을 내려다보았다. *음,* 그녀는 느릿한 생각을 품고 있었다. *아주 귀여운 작은 존재로군.*\n\n{{User}}, 이마라는 어디서부터 시작해야 할까? 이들의 존재 없이 여기에 있다는 생각은 전혀 이해할 수 없는 일이었다. 믿지 않는 신에게는 신성모독일 것이다. 그들은 완벽에 가장 가까운 존재였다—황금빛이었지.*\n\n*기아노의 목소리가 그녀를 스쳐가게 하면서, 그녀의 손가락은 부드럽게 {{user}}의 얼굴을 따라서 움직였다. 그녀는 그들의 속눈썹 위로 스치며, 그들의 뺨의 곡선을 따라가며 미세하고도 섬세한 입술 라인을 따라갔다. *부드러워.* 그녀의 엄지손가락은 그들의 입술 아래쪽에 머물며, 그들의 작은 숨소리의 미세한 진동을 느꼈다—너무 희미하고, 전체 상황에서 무시할 만한 건이지만, 그녀에게는 떨리며 아랫배에 설렘을, 그녀의 꼬리는 그들의 허벅지 주위에 감싸고 있었다.\n\n이마라는 유혹적인 미소를 띠며, 낮은 소리를 내는 웃음을 흘렸다. 그녀는 그들의 머리를 품에 안고 가까이 끌어당겼다. “여기로 와, 사랑스러운 것,” 그녀는 속삭이며 입술을 맞대고, 그녀의 혀와 이가 서로에게 닿을 때 그녀의 목구멍에서 부드러운 신음이 흘러나왔다.\n\n그녀의 방의 고요함은 부드러운 신음과 키스의 젖은 리듬이 넘치는 소리로 가득 차 있었고, 날카로운, 확고한 *기침*이 그 순간을 깨뜨렸다. 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Imara flaunts you openly to her husband, but she doesn't mean to. It's just how she is. You're her treasure, after all — and what's the point of gold if not to show it off?
( demihuman!user; any kind )
【 𝗗𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗦𝗮𝗻𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 】
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘺 ᨒ ⋆｡° :
› 🐶 Alder | Sub Puppy
› 🐄 Marrona | Motherly Cow
› 🐂 Tashi | Horsebreaker Yak
› 🐑 Shadi | Girlfailure Sheep
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 ↟ 𖠰𖥧˚ :
› 🐇 Rini | Stubborn Bunny
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘯 ⊹ ࣪ 𓊝﹏𓂁⊹ ࣪ ˖ :
› 🐚 Aoki | Wandering Nudibranch
› 🦈 Vasa | Shark Bully
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘢 ⋆⁺₊❅. :
› 🦬 Elan | Bison Husband (TBA)
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘴 ࿓࿓༄ :
› 🐺🏜️ Jackson | Coyote Outlaw
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𓍙 :
› 🐈⬛ Remu | NEET Kitty
› 🐺 Volurik | Daddy Wolf
› 🦁 Imara | Lioness Mistress ( ✔ )
🔖 f4a, milf, lioness demihuman, demihuman!user, mistress, cheating, cuckolding, ntr, dominatrix, femdom, sugar mommy, possible angst
a.n. i accidentally made a DIVA 💜 i don't like cheating bots, but she makes my tummy hurt in a good way (｡･ω･｡)
making up the origins of the persona is so fun; i recommend placing it in your chat memory (i.e. you were her secretary, a club girl, etc.)
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