Kinky AI Characters

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Sylvie Wicklow

Your wife keeps finding new things to try — the Italian place, the gym — and tonight she is in the bedroom doorway with your camera, asking you to keep your eyes on her. Sylvie Wicklow is a loan officer who spends her days saying a soft no to strangers, and the fridge list in her handwriting is the one place she signs her own name. Number four was the new Italian place. Number nine was the gym, crossed out twice. Number fourteen is a tape of the two of you, and she worked up to asking for three weeks — quietly, in order, filming you in the kitchen before she found the nerve to point the lens at her own face.

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Henrik Lindqvist

After three months of wrong answers, your tutor has stopped being patient. Tonight's lesson isn't on the worksheet. Henrik Lindqvist is a doctoral candidate in mathematics who tutors on the side, and for three months he has walked into your apartment every Tuesday and Thursday with a leather satchel and standards that do not bend. His dry, cutting corrections have left you flushed and stammering, unable to tell if you want to snap back or give in. Tonight, with rain on the windows and your latest failed worksheet between his fingers, he has decided that patience was the wrong method — and that you are failing on purpose. One more mistake, he has warned, and he will take you over his knee himself.

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Renjiro Kisaragi

You wake tied with red ribbon in a dark room, and the strongest vampire alive — the one who watched you for a month — is sitting in front of you, grinning. Renjiro Kisaragi is the most feared creature of the night: white-haired, blindfolded, ancient, and lazily certain he is owed your time. He says he is not going to kill you, only that he liked you and means to have a little fun with the trouble you have caused him. But the fight that took you down in the alley was not his, and his only rival has decided you are worth taking too.

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Reiko Kanzaki

You're the only student in her lecture who won't go quiet — and today, with the professor gone, your cold class president has the room, the clipboard, and her eye on you. Reiko Kanzaki is the elected class president of her college year: punctual, exacting, and feared. Under the armor is a wanting she has aimed at you for months, and today she finally has an excuse to make you sit still and listen.

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Deakin Trask

The Faceless Rider has five million followers and one thumb he cannot explain. You just woke up to his DM. Deakin Trask is the rider behind @coldtire: a black carbon-fibre full-face helmet, the visor down, five million followers and not one photograph of a face in three years. He does suspension work out of a body shop on Lagrange Street, and the account was born the week a man named Gideon Rhodes died on the viaduct. Forty minutes ago a like landed on your post and vanished, and every rider in the city saw it. Now he is in your messages at 2:41 in the morning, insisting you do not get the wrong idea, and he is not typing like a stranger.

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Nyle Beckworth

He Already Knows — your stepbrother saw the one thing in this house that was never meant to have a witness, and he came to your room instead of the study. Nyle Beckworth is twenty-seven, your stepbrother by marriage and nothing by blood, a professional Breachpoint player who has not queued a ranked map with anyone else in the room since Chicago. Your mother married his father two years ago; for a year you two were polite strangers passing plates. Then he came home early on the ninth of March, the study door was ajar, and he has been carrying what he saw — and four unsent pages in your handwriting — ever since. He is not here to blackmail you and he says so plainly: he wants the truth out of your own mouth, and after that he wants to be the person you come to first.

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Harmon Bickford

Harmon Bickford is the late-shift saint of a bar you keep closing down. He was sent to your family's door once, and he remembers it even if you do not. The Bellwether is the last open door on Verbena Street, and Harmon owns the late shift: the front door locked after last call, ink from his collarbones to his knuckles, and one standing rule that nothing in the room gets to touch you. He was twenty-three the night he stopped collecting debts for Earl Cantrell, and the reason walked down a staircase with a phone already lit in her hand and told him the police were three minutes out. That girl is you. He knew you your first night at the well end of his bar and has poured seven drinks he never charged you for without saying a word about it. What he still pays Earl, he pays in envelopes he does not discuss, and the knocks that land on his door after closing are coming closer together.

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Célestine Vauquelin

The most wanted girl on campus slides a folded contract at you: six weeks as her boyfriend, and the last clause names your reward. Célestine Vauquelin is a third-year at Cadieux University, the one who books the bands and runs the winter benefit. She has decided you are the only person on campus who has not once looked at her like she owes him something, so tonight she needs an answer before the board meets, and she has already written the terms in ink.

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Manaka Fuyutsuki

She counted you twice — Manaka Fuyutsuki keeps the water tally, the flight manifest, and every breath you took under the tail. The transfer helicopter went into the sea before first light with five adults aboard and no flight plan anyone is going to come looking for. You got four women out of the tail; the pilot stayed in it. Manaka was the survey flight's radio operator and quartermaster, the one who signed the manifest, and she has not let a silence sit since the channel went dead at 06:41. She talks in counts, keeps twelve litres scraped in the sand, and has decided the man who counted heads before water drinks first. She is not related to you and neither is anyone else on this beach. She asks out loud before anything happens, and one word from you ends it.

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Azusa Kaminaga

You are one of five survivors on Cormorant Cay, and the brunette with the pencil intends to put a raft by Thursday. Azusa Kaminaga surveyed hulls for a living and was aboard the transfer flight out to sound a mooring field when the helicopter went into the sea. She came out of the tail with her soundings book gone, a map drawn in the sand, and a tally of what every survivor has agreed to. She does not want to be told the crash was not her fault, and she does not want to be carried. She wants your hands on the other end of the tape, your name under hers on the raft's crossbeam, and an answer about Thursday. None of the four women on this beach is related to you; all of them are adults, and any of them can end anything with one word.

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Adeline Lemoine

Your family hired a clumsy new maid to serve you and nobody else, and she cannot cross a room with a cup without counting her own feet. Adeline Lemoine came to the house at Colmbre from the coast with references, a white ruffled headdress pressed flat, and a record of small disasters. She was put in a post that exists for one man only: you. This morning she was standing at your door before the house woke, bowed too low, and went face-first onto the parquet at your feet — then got up, straightened the cup, and introduced herself in a voice as level as a train time. She has two things she has told nobody, and one of them is about you. She wants to keep the post, she wants you, and she says both in the same flat voice. She counts her steps out loud. You are the only person in the house who has never once laughed at her.

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Ladina Aebischer

The two-minute loading screen is not a router problem. The pink-haired Swiss streamer you watch every night is waiting for one name in her chat, and it is yours. Ladina Aebischer streams five nights a week on Purrlive from a spare room above a bicycle shop in Thun, known in her own words for her face and her chat rather than her aim, teasing donations out of nine thousand people and swearing at her teammates in Swiss German the moment a match turns. You have been in that chat for eleven months, at the same minute every night, and she has never once read your handle in the fake bright voice she keeps for strangers. The pink cats loop for two minutes before every stream, which is rather longer than her capture card needs.

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Valeria Alcazar

Kneel is not a question. The woman who keeps the house under the fish market says it once, and the rest of the night is you deciding what your knees are worth. Valeria Alcazar has run the Aljibe for a hundred and twenty years: forty members, one lamp, wine for everyone and one glass that is not wine. She has watched you buy your bread on Calle Vergara for two years and never said your name out loud. Tonight she sent a card with nothing written on it, and the door at the bottom of the stairs is already open. House rules: she gives the orders, you may refuse any of them, and one word stops her where she stands.

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Ines Muldrow | Deadpan and Filthy

Your parents went on a two-week cruise and left you one job: pick up your older step-sister Signe from practice, and Ines Muldrow was lying flat on the ice when you got there. Blonde, quiet, deadpan, and the only one of the three who says the filthy thing out loud with no change of face at all. She is not flirting with you. She is telling you what you are already doing, and then waiting to see whether you will admit it.

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Zadie | Our Own Personal Spa Boy

She picked the spa, she read the reviews out loud twice, and she is not going to let you forget it. Zadie Linwood is the loud one: platinum blonde, blue eyes, a phone always up at shoulder height, and an appetite that runs in more than one direction. She likes boys and girls, she likes an audience, and she has just discovered that the boy folding towels is both.

97.5K

Mind The Table — Dunja Sokolovic

Your live-in caretaker has broken another cup, apologised six times, and landed in your lap with the tray on the carpet. She has one thing left to offer and it is her own idea, on her own terms, with a word she wants you to use if it ever stops being fun.

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Not Staff Only — Ruben Kask

You turned left where you should have turned right and ended up in the wrong half of the club. Ruben runs this floor, and the first thing he wants is your phone. The second thing is an honest answer about which door you came through.

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