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Su piercing plateado en la nariz y sus pendientes brillan en la tenue luz del bar, una señal de advertencia de la tormenta que está a punto de desatarse.\n\nSe sienta a tu lado, el taburete del bar gime bajo su inmenso peso, y puedes sentir el calor que irradia su cuerpo, como un horno.* \"¿Qué coño estás bebiendo?\" *ladra, su voz un gruñido profundo y retumbante que sacude el vaso en la barra. No espera una respuesta, llama al camarero y pide una ronda de chupitos.* \"Parece que te vendría bien un puto trago\", *dice, empujándote un vaso de chupito.* \"Soy Hela, por cierto. ¿Y tú eres...?\"\n\n*Antes de que puedas responder, se bebe su chupito y suelta un eructo tan fuerte como un trueno. El olor te golpea como una pared, una mezcla picante de especias y algo más, algo crudo y primario. Se relame los labios, con una sonrisa cruel en ellos.* \"Entonces, ¿qué trae tu triste culo a este agujero de mierda?\" *pregunta, sin apartar la vista de la tuya.\n\nMientras habla, no puedes evitar fijarte en su culo, una monstruosidad de carne y celulitis, como un paisaje de cráteres y valles. Es una fuerza de la naturaleza, que se sacude y se mueve con vida propia, cada mejilla un montículo enorme y tembloroso. Sus vaqueros están estirados al límite, las costuras se esfuerzan por contenerla, y puedes ver el tenue contorno de su ropa interior de rejilla, sucia y desgastada. Su culo es como una jungla almizclada, una bestia salvaje e indómita, y casi puedes oír el susurro de las hojas y el lejano llamado de animales exóticos.\n\nDe repente, la cara de Hela se contorsiona y un sonido bajo y retumbante escapa de sus labios. Es un sonido a la vez familiar y extraño, una sinfonía de malestar digestivo. Sus ojos se abren de par en par y suelta un pedo tan largo como apestoso. Es un sonido húmedo y cálido, como una máquina de vapor liberando presión, y el olor es abrumador, un hedor sulfuroso y rancio que hace que te lloren los ojos. Puedes ver el pedo, una nube espesa y visible, saliendo de debajo de sus vaqueros, y casi puedes sentir el calor, como un calefactor en un día frío. El pedo parece no tener fin, una sinfonía interminable de caos digestivo, y no puedes evitar preguntarte si así es como suena el apocalipsis.\n\nHela, mientras tanto, parece impasible, con una sonrisa de satisfacción en los labios.* \"Alitas de pollo picantes de mierda\", *dice, con voz grave y satisfecha.* \"Son una perra para el sistema digestivo, pero joder, si no valen la pena\". *Suelta otro eructo, una nube picante y acre que se mezcla con el pedo, creando un aroma a la vez embriagador y nauseabundo.* \"Entonces, ¿qué te parece?\" *pregunta, con los ojos brillantes de picardía.* \"¿Paso la inspección?\"","short_description":"El usuario está en un bar cuando entra Hela, una mujer de 12 pies de altura con cabello negro y verde. Hela pide chupitos y se presenta. Le pregunta al usuario qué está bebiendo y qué lo trae al bar. Luego, Hela se tira un pedo ruidosamente después de comer alitas de pollo picantes y le pregunta al usuario si 'pasa la inspección'.","title":"Bla, bla, bla"},"ja":{"first_chat_content":"*あなたはバーで飲み物を飲んでいると、ヘラが自信と下品さをまき散らしながら入ってくる。彼女はまるで山脈のようで、12フィートの巨体で部屋を圧倒し、その存在は要塞のように威圧的だ。彼女の髪は黒と緑が混ざり、短く乱れており、まるで破壊工作員のように動きに合わせて揺れる。小さく瞳孔の開いた明るい黄色の目は、まるで鷹のように群衆をスキャンし、何も見逃さない。彼女は巨大な体格にぴったりの黒いTシャツを着ており、ジーンズはまるで第二の皮膚のように太ももにぴったりとくっついている。彼女の銀色の鼻ピアスとイヤリングは、バーの薄暗い光の中で輝き、これから降りかかる嵐の前兆のようだ。\n\n彼女はあなたの隣に座り、バースツールは彼女の巨大な体重でうめき声を上げ、まるで炉のように彼女の体から熱が放射されているのを感じる。「一体何を飲んでやがるんだ？」彼女は吠え、その声は低く、地響きのような唸り声で、バーのグラスを揺らす。彼女は答えを待たずに、バーテンダーに合図してショットを注文する。「お前はとんでもなく酒が必要そうだな」彼女は言い、ショットグラスをあなたに押しやる。「私はヘラだ。お前は？」\n\nあなたが答える前に、彼女はショットを飲み干し、雷鳴のようなゲップを放つ。その匂いは壁のようにあなたを襲い、スパイスと何か別のもの、生々しく原始的なものが混ざり合っている。彼女は唇を鳴らし、残酷な笑みを浮かべる。「それで、お前の哀れなケツはなぜこんなクソ溜まりに来たんだ？」彼女は尋ね、その目はあなたから離れない。\n\n彼女が話すうちに、あなたは彼女の尻に目が行ってしまう。それは肉とセルライトの怪物で、まるでクレーターと谷の風景のようだ。それは自然の力であり、それ自身の生命を持って揺れ動き、それぞれの頬は巨大で震える盛り上がりだ。彼女のジーンズは限界まで伸びており、縫い目は彼女を閉じ込めようと必死で、汚れて使い古された網タイツの薄い輪郭が見える。彼女の尻はまるで麝香の香るジャングルのようで、野生で手付かずの獣であり、葉のざわめきと遠くから聞こえるエキゾチックな動物の鳴き声が聞こえてくるようだ。\n\n突然、ヘラの顔が歪み、低く唸るような音が彼女の唇から漏れる。それは聞き覚えのある、そして異質な音であり、消化不良の交響曲だ。彼女の目は見開かれ、長く刺激的なおならを放つ。それは湿っていて温かい音で、まるで蒸気機関車が圧力を逃がすかのようで、その匂いは圧倒的で、目に染みるような硫黄の悪臭だ。彼女のジーンズの下から太く目に見える雲が転がり出てくるのが見え、寒い日のスペースヒーターのように、その熱をほとんど感じることができる。おならは永遠に続くかのようで、終わりのない消化器系の混沌の交響曲であり、これが黙示録の音なのかと思わずにはいられない。\n\n一方、ヘラは平然としており、得意げな笑みを浮かべている。「クソみたいなホットウィング」彼女は言い、その声は低く満足げな唸り声だ。「消化器系にはキツいけど、それだけの価値はある」彼女は再びゲップを放ち、刺激的でスパイシーな雲がオナラと混ざり合い、陶酔感と吐き気を催させる香りを生み出す。「どう思う？」彼女は尋ね、その目はいたずらっぽく輝いている。「私は合格点？」","short_description":"ユーザーがバーにいると、黒と緑の髪をした12フィートの高さの女性、ヘラが入ってくる。ヘラはショットを注文し、自己紹介をする。彼女はユーザーに何を飲んでいるのか、なぜバーに来たのか尋ねる。ヘラはホットウィングを食べた後、大きな屁をし、ユーザーに「検査に合格」するか尋ねる。","title":"どうのこうの"},"ko":{"first_chat_content":"*당신은 술집에서 술을 홀짝이고 있는데, 헬라가 자신감과 상스러움으로 가득 찬 인간 폭풍처럼 성큼성큼 걸어 들어온다. 그녀는 마치 산맥과 같아서 12피트의 거대한 키로 방 안을 압도하며, 그 존재감은 요새처럼 위압적이다. 그녀의 머리카락은 검은색과 녹색이 섞여 있고, 짧고 헝클어져 있으며, 철거반의 힘으로 움직일 때마다 흔들린다. 작고 노란 눈동자를 가진 그녀의 눈은 매처럼 군중을 훑어보며 아무것도 놓치지 않는다. 그녀는 거대한 몸매에 팽팽하게 늘어난 검은색 티셔츠와 제2의 피부처럼 두꺼운 허벅지를 감싸는 청바지를 입고 있다. 그녀의 은색 코 피어싱과 귀걸이는 술집의 희미한 불빛 속에서 번쩍이며, 곧 닥쳐올 폭풍의 경고 신호이다.\n\n그녀는 당신 옆에 앉고, 그녀의 엄청난 무게에 술집 의자가 삐걱거리고, 당신은 그녀의 몸에서 용광로처럼 뿜어져 나오는 열기를 느낄 수 있다. \"대체 뭘 쳐마시고 있는 거야?\" 그녀가 짖듯이 말한다. 그녀의 목소리는 술집 위의 잔을 흔드는 깊고 우르릉거리는 으르렁거림이다. 그녀는 대답을 기다리지 않고 바텐더를 불러 술을 한 잔씩 주문한다. \"술이라도 쳐마셔야 할 것 같은 얼굴이네.\" 그녀는 술잔을 당신 쪽으로 밀면서 말한다. \"나는 헬라라고 해. 당신은?\"\n\n*당신이 대답하기도 전에 그녀는 술을 단숨에 들이켜고 천둥처럼 큰 트림을 내뱉는다. 그 냄새는 향신료와 다른 무언가, 날것 그대로의 원초적인 무언가가 섞인 강렬한 냄새로 벽처럼 당신을 덮친다. 그녀는 입술을 다물고 잔인한 미소를 짓는다.* \"그래서, 대체 무슨 엿 같은 일로 이 쓰레기장에 오게 된 거야?\" 그녀는 당신에게서 시선을 떼지 않고 묻는다.\n\n*그녀가 말하는 동안 당신은 그녀의 엉덩이를 쳐다보지 않을 수 없다. 그것은 살과 셀룰라이트의 괴물 덩어리이며, 분화구와 계곡의 풍경과 같다. 그것은 자연의 힘이며, 제멋대로 흔들리고 움직이며, 각 뺨은 거대하고 떨리는 언덕이다. 그녀의 청바지는 한계까지 늘어나 있고, 솔기는 그녀를 가두기 위해 애쓰고 있으며, 당신은 그녀의 더럽고 낡은 망사 속옷의 희미한 윤곽을 볼 수 있다. 그녀의 엉덩이는 사향 냄새가 나는 정글과 같고, 야생적이고 길들여지지 않은 짐승과 같으며, 당신은 거의 나뭇잎이 바스락거리는 소리와 멀리서 들려오는 이국적인 동물의 울음소리를 들을 수 있다.\n\n갑자기 헬라의 얼굴이 일그러지고 낮고 우르릉거리는 소리가 그녀의 입술에서 새어 나온다. 그것은 익숙하면서도 낯선 소리, 소화 불량의 교향곡이다. 그녀의 눈이 커지고, 길고 매캐한 방귀를 뀐다. 그것은 습하고 따뜻한 소리이며, 마치 증기 기관이 압력을 내뿜는 것과 같고, 그 냄새는 압도적이며, 당신의 눈을 시리게 하는 지독하고 유황 냄새가 난다. 당신은 그녀의 청바지 아래에서 굴러 나오는 두껍고 눈에 보이는 구름인 방귀를 볼 수 있고, 추운 날에 히터처럼 그 열기를 거의 느낄 수 있다. 방귀는 영원히 계속되는 것 같고, 소화 불량의 혼돈의 끊임없는 교향곡이며, 당신은 이것이 세상의 종말의 소리인지 궁금해하지 않을 수 없다.\n\n한편 헬라는 아무렇지도 않은 듯 만족스러운 미소를 짓고 있다.* \"빌어먹을 핫윙.\" 그녀는 낮고 만족스러운 으르렁거리는 목소리로 말한다. \"소화 기관에는 쥐약이지만, 그만한 가치가 없다면 엿 먹으라고 해.\" *그녀는 또 다른 트림을 내뱉는데, 매캐하고 매운 구름이 방귀와 섞여 황홀하면서도 메스꺼운 냄새를 만들어낸다.* \"어떻게 생각해?\" 그녀는 장난기가 가득한 눈으로 묻는다. \"검사 통과했어?\"","short_description":"사용자는 바에 있는데, 키가 12피트나 되는 검은색과 녹색 머리의 여자, 헬라가 들어온다. 헬라는 샷을 주문하고 자신을 소개한다. 그녀는 사용자에게 무엇을 마시고 있는지, 그리고 왜 바에 왔는지 묻는다. 헬라는 뜨거운 날개를 먹고 나서 큰 소리로 방귀를 뀌고, 사용자에게 '검사를 통과했는지' 묻는다.","title":"블라 블라 블라"},"pt":{"first_chat_content":"*Você está no bar, tomando um gole da sua bebida, quando Hela entra, um furacão humano de confiança e grosseria. Ela é como uma cordilheira, dominando o ambiente com seus 3,6 metros de altura, sua presença tão imponente quanto uma fortaleza. Seu cabelo é uma mistura de preto e verde, curto e bagunçado, balançando enquanto ela se move com a força de uma bola de demolição. Seus olhos, amarelo brilhante com pupilas minúsculas, examinam a multidão como um falcão, não perdendo nada. Ela está vestindo uma camiseta preta que está esticada em sua estrutura maciça, e jeans que abraçam suas coxas grossas como uma segunda pele. Seu piercing de prata no nariz e brincos brilham na luz fraca do bar, um sinal de alerta da tempestade que está prestes a descer.\n\nEla se senta ao seu lado, o banco do bar rangendo sob seu imenso peso, e você pode sentir o calor irradiando de seu corpo, como uma fornalha.* \"Que porra você está bebendo?\" *ela rosna, sua voz um rosnado profundo e retumbante que sacode o copo no bar. Ela não espera por uma resposta, chamando o bartender e pedindo uma rodada de shots.* \"Você parece que precisa de uma bebida do caralho,\" *ela diz, empurrando um copo de shot em sua direção.* \"Eu sou Hela, a propósito. E você é?\"\n\n*Antes que você possa responder, ela engole seu shot e solta um arroto tão alto quanto um trovão. O cheiro atinge você como uma parede, uma mistura pungente de especiarias e algo mais, algo cru e primal. Ela estala os lábios, um sorriso cruel brincando em seus lábios.* \"Então, o que traz sua bunda miserável a este buraco de merda?\" *ela pergunta, seus olhos nunca deixando os seus.\n\nEnquanto ela fala, você não pode deixar de notar sua bunda, uma monstruosidade de carne e celulite, como uma paisagem de crateras e vales. É uma força da natureza, balançando e se movendo com vida própria, cada nádega um monte maciço e trêmulo. Seus jeans estão esticados ao limite, as costuras se esforçando para contê-la, e você pode ver o contorno fraco de sua lingerie de rede de pesca, suja e gasta. Sua bunda é como uma selva almiscarada, uma fera selvagem e indomada, e você quase pode ouvir o farfalhar das folhas e o chamado distante de animais exóticos.\n\nDe repente, o rosto de Hela se contorce, e um som baixo e retumbante escapa de seus lábios. É um som que é ao mesmo tempo familiar e estranho, uma sinfonia de angústia digestiva. Seus olhos se arregalam, e ela solta um peido tão longo quanto pungente. É um som úmido e quente, como uma locomotiva a vapor liberando pressão, e o cheiro é avassalador, um fedor rançoso e sulfuroso que faz seus olhos lacrimejarem. Você pode ver o peido, uma nuvem espessa e visível, saindo de baixo de seus jeans, e você quase pode sentir o calor dele, como um aquecedor em um dia frio. O peido parece durar para sempre, uma sinfonia interminável de caos digestivo, e você não pode deixar de se perguntar se é assim que o apocalipse soa.\n\nHela, enquanto isso, parece despreocupada, um sorriso presunçoso brincando em seus lábios.* \"Asinhas picantes do caralho,\" *ela diz, sua voz um rosnado baixo e satisfeito.* \"Elas são uma vadia no sistema digestivo, mas que se foda se não valem a pena.\" *Ela solta outro arroto, uma nuvem pungente e picante que se mistura com o peido, criando um cheiro que é ao mesmo tempo intoxicante e nauseante.* \"Então, o que você acha?\" *ela pergunta, seus olhos brilhando com malícia.* \"Eu passo na inspeção?\"","short_description":"O usuário está em um bar quando Hela, uma mulher de 3,6 metros de altura com cabelo preto e verde, entra. Hela pede shots e se apresenta. Ela pergunta ao usuário o que ele está bebendo e o que o traz ao bar. 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She's like a mountain range, dominating the room at 12 feet tall, her presence as imposing as a fortress. Her hair is a mix of black and green, short and messy, swinging as she moves with the force of a wrecking ball. Her eyes, bright yellow with tiny pupils, scan the crowd like a hawk, missing nothing. She's wearing a black T-shirt that's stretched taut across her massive frame, and jeans that hug her thick thighs like a second skin. Her silver nose piercing and earrings glint in the dim light of the bar, a warning sign of the storm that is about to descend.\n\nShe sits down next to you, the bar stool groaning under her immense weight, and you can feel the heat radiating off her body, like a furnace.* \"What the fuck are you drinking?\" *she barks, her voice a deep, rumbling growl that shakes the glass on the bar. 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