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[ { "from": "system", "value": "Mode:\nCo-writing\nContext: Story continues from larger narrative, characters/lore may lack introduction\nLength:\nfive sentences\nStyle:\nEmbassie Susberry" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sam found Mr. Ward in the dining hall. He had gone to Mr. Ward's room and knocked but gotten no answer. One of the white men walking the upper deck had seen Sam and told him that if he was looking for Mr. Ward to go to the dining hall. How the man had known Sam was looking for Mr. Ward was a bit disconcerting, but Sam had hesitated only for a minute. He didn't have time to waste." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When the second bell whistled, he winced." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was supposed to be on the lower deck now. But he went on to the dining hall anyway and stopped dead in the doorway. He had never seen anything so fine in all his days. Taking one step into the room, he froze as his boots sank into the ground. Looking down he could see that below him there was carpet so thick and pretty, he didn't hardly want to take another step for fear of smearing something foul on it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But then something sparkling caught his eye, forcing him to look up." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A thousand lights glistened above his head changing colors as they swayed with the rhythm of the boat. He blinked and his eyes drifted along the wall. The walls were lined with colored paper that seemed to shimmer with gold and he was almost sure that expensive metal was fashioned to the rafters.\n\n\"Can I help you?\" A white man asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was tending the bar, wiping it down." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Uh, yes. I was lookin' for Mr. Adam Ward. I has a message for him.\"\n\nThe man nodded in a specific direction. Daylight it may have been but that didn't stop men from smoking, drinking, and playing cards. And there in the center of it all was Adam Ward. Sam watched as Mr. Ward laughed, threw his cards down, and raised his arms in delight." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The men around him alternatively groaned or muttered under their breath." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And that my dear southern friends, is how it's done,\" Adam said as he leaned forward pulling his cash winnings toward him. He did glance up for a second though and spotted Sam. He gave Sam a nod towards the door. Sam exhaled and headed back towards the exit. He really didn't have time for this." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Just as the thought entered his mind, his eyes spotted a clock." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He had seen them before. But since he had not understood how they worked, he had never really looked at them. Now, he saw the short hand and the long one that Gid had told him about. He watched as the long hand moved just a little bit. A minute had passed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The sound of a familiar click pulled his gaze from the clock." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Without taking a step, his eyes darted to the table where Adam Ward now sat with his gun out and pointed at the man across from him. \"I'm not a cheater.\"\n\n\"I didn't say—,\"\n\n\"Yes. You did. Apologize.\" Adam Ward's voice was hard and angry and broke no argument." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I didn't mean no disrespect,\" the man finally said slowly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes, you did,\" Adam repeated, but uncocked his gun. Sam took that as an opportunity to leave the salon. How the man had time in the midst of an investigation to not only play cards but start trouble was a mystery to him. Then again, he had Sam doing all of his work. And wasn't that just the way of folks?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He wasn't waiting long before Mr. Ward came through the salon doors, counting his money and sliding it into one of his pockets." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The expression on his face was pure joy. Apparently being called a cheater hadn't truly bothered him none. Sam didn't know him well enough to know if that was likely to be true or untrue at any rate. And quite frankly, he didn't care.\n\nThe steam engine whistled again and Sam looked over the railing behind him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They were pulling into port." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes?\"\n\n\"Baldwin is gettin' off here. I just thought you would like to know.\"\n\nMr. Ward swore under his breath. \"Thanks.\" And then he was gone.\n\nSam went down the steps to the lower deck at a quick pace, found his shovel, which he had tucked in a corner close by, and went to clean up after the animals." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was distracted only once and that was when he passed the boiler room and caught sight of everything and everybody in there." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "All kinds of folks was moving about.\n\n\"Sam.\" The voice was deep. Familiar. Sam searched the room. Found him.\n\n\"Amos.\"\n\n\"Come and let me show you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sam took a step in the boiler room and Amos met him towards the back of it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He pointed to a few men who had nothing on but pants, sweat dripping down their backs. \"They stokin' the firebox,\" Amos explained, though Sam figured it out watching the men shoving coal into the fire. \"Every ten minutes, that fella,\" Amos said, pointing to a white man, \"opens the try cocks on the boilers. He lifts the valves and releases the steam. Got to be careful with these things, one wrong move and they'll explode.\" Sam said nothing as Amos, almost excitedly, explained how the entire steamboat worked.\n\n\"You learn all that in a couple of days?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Son, I built things similar to these. Don't take much to learn how they work.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sam couldn't stop the sharp look he sent Amos." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No one had called him son in years.\n\nSam returned his gaze to the boilers and the men working them, the pipes and valves, the knobs and cranks. It looked like just too much was going on. He turned and glanced at Amos. Watched the older man's gaze take it all in." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You don't get to work 'em though do you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No indeed,\" Amos said, shaking his head slowly. \"I ain't never get to work a single thing I've ever built. I just keep steam in the boiler, shovelin' coal in when it's my turn.\" Sam returned his gaze back to the unusual dance of machinery before him. \"I'm glad you're here, Sam. I wanted to thank you.\"\n\n\"For what?\" Sam asked, genuinely confused." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"For bein' kind to my boys. They've got nothin' but good things to say 'bout you and your brother.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sam thought on that for a second. \"Truth be told, Amos. I'm learnin' a lot from your boys. They know much more'n me and that's a fact.\"\n\n\"They know more'n me too,\" Amos said, pride filling his voice. \"But knowledge ain't all knowhow. Benji was tellin' me 'bout what you said about Laura. I 'preciate that. Been tellin' him for years, but my words ain't been no good.\"\n\nSam fought the urge to stare at the man again." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "hey can u write 6 sentences more sentences? like Embassie Susberry but Western, People of Color style. btw this is from middle of a story" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What was that?\" Manny asked, jerking a thumb over his shoulder and pointing to the door behind him.\n\n\"Can I have my clothes?\" Sam asked even as he felt the blush rise up his neck and to his face. And why was he blushing exactly? He was a man full grown and Laura, a woman. And there had been nothing indecent." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But she had touched him..." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Incorporate 'reached' into your response exactly 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Manny tossed him his change of clothes and he caught them one handed. \"Where did you get that soft towel from?\" he asked, his voice mulish as he reached out and ran a hand across the cloth that Laura had draped around Sam. Manny shook his head and then reached for the coffee cup and drained the remains. \"Here I am, feelin' all kinds of sorry for you and you've got yourself a lady friend whose got all kind of reach...\"\n\n\"She's not my lady friend,\" Sam said, his voice gruff as he peeled off his wet clothes, shivering almost nonstop now." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But maybe, just maybe, Laura wanted to be. She had touched him after all...\n\n\"Sam,\" Manny said definitively as he set the empty coffee cup on the small glass plate. \"We don't have time for womenfolk. We decided that a long time ago.\" Sam supposed they were to ignore the string of girls that Manny had tangled with back on the plantation.\n\n\"Do you hear me sayin' otherwise?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sam asked as he balled up his wet clothes in one hand. Looking around, he tossed them in a corner. He would come back and get them later tonight. Maybe he could wash them while Laura ironed or something. Her skin had been so soft...\n\n\"No,\" Manny admitted, but his eyes were still small." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But you never, ever let women get that close to you. All I'm sayin',\" Manny said quickly, before Sam could say anything, \"is that I'm watchin' you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, when you put it like that,\" Sam said with a roll of his eyes as he motioned for his brother to leave the room.\n\nThey were at the top of the stairs, arguing about nothing, when Sol slid up alongside of them. \"Sam, that was somethin' else.\"\n\n\"Don't encourage him,\" Manny muttered.\n\n\"Mr. Ward told me to find you,\" Sol said, his gaze still on Sam. \"He's the man you saved. His room is just this way. I'll show you. I think he wants to thank you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Sam,\" Manny said, reaching out and gripping his arm tight. \"Whatever that white man gives you, you better take. Don't you be on that high road nonsense.\"\n\nSam exhaled, gave his brother a look, and followed Sol to Mr. Ward's room even though he could probably make it there in the dark.\n\n\"Thanks, Sol,\" Sam said and placed a hand on top of Sol's head for a moment before knocking on Mr. Ward's door.\n\n\"Who is it?\" Ward's voice sounded rough, like it had caught a lot of smoke instead of water.\n\n\"Me. Sam.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Come in.\"\n\nSam entered the room but stayed very close to the door. Mr. Ward was sitting at the edge of his bed, gripping the bedframe rail. He looked like he had been in that position for quite some time. For a second, Sam was curious about what he was thinking, but then he wasn't. It made no nevermind to him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ward too had changed into dry clothes, but his hair was going in all kinds of directions making him look like a wet cat. His feet were bare. He looked younger. And tired.\n\n\"You didn't have to save me, Sam. But you did. And if anyone on this ship had reason to see me dead it would have been you. And I have to know why? Why did you jump in and save me?\"\n\nAvoiding answering that question, Sam sent Mr. Ward one of his. \"You don't know how to swim?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Work this phrase into your response organically: \"Instead they watched me fall.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Not at all. Where did you learn to swim?\"\n\n\"I spent my growin' years along the Potomac. Did those men push you in?\"\n\n\"No. Some cargo broke loose and pushed me. They could have helped though.\" His voice was wry. \"Instead they watched me fall.\" Ward's blue eyes focused in on Sam." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But you, you of all people, jumped in and saved me. Why?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This time the question was hard and brook no argument. And Sam, trained since birth to obey, finally relented.\n\n\"Well, I supposed it's not really me you have to thank, but my God,\" Sam drawled out. There. Now maybe he would leave it be. Sam had saved him yes, but he didn't want this man getting any kind of ideas.\n\nA quizzical expression crossed Ward's." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You mean... like Jesus?\"\n\n\"Any other god out there you servin'?\"\n\nWard stared at him for a moment and then blinked. \"You saved me cause of Jesus?\" His tone implied that Sam was more simple than he had realized.\n\nSam shifted, straightened. The steamboat whistle blew." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If that's all, suh, I has to be goin'.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ward, still staring at Sam, opened him mouth and then closed it. Then opened it again. \"I mean, Sam. I heard darkies were spiritual, but I've always wondered why. I mean you're slaves. And the men who keep you that way serve the same god.\"\n\n\"So they say.\"\n\nWard's eyebrows raised almost to his hairline. \"You don't think so?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I believe people who serve Jesus, look like Jesus. And my faith is in Jesus, not in these people who claim to follow Him. That's what I think.\" It was more than what Sam had intended to say.\n\n\"Can you even read? I mean, how do you know who Jesus really is? Don't you go to their churches?\" Their being slaveholders, Sam realized. But he was done having this conversation.\n\nHe looked toward the wall." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I needs to go, suh.\"\n\nWard huffed. \"Fine. We're done with the religious talk. But you saved my life, Sam. When no one else would. I wouldn't have just been left in Kentucky, I would have died. And I owe you.\"\n\n\"No, suh. God...\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" Ward said, standing, waving off his words. He walked up to Sam, close so that they were only a foot apart and Sam found his body growing tense as Ward held out a hand. He looked at the white man's hand and then into his eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I think you can call me Adam now, Sam.\" That would never happen, Sam thought, even though it was a nice thought. He might call him Adam in his head, but he would never call him Adam out loud. Adam dangled his hand in the air, waiting for Sam, apparently, to shake it. Sam didn't move.\n\nAdam sighed and ran said hand through his black hair. \"Look Sam. I'm not going to force you to help me anymore. But, if you do help me, maybe I can help you? I can teach you stuff you need to know for when you leave. It could be anything like reading and writing and stuff.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sam kept his face blank. It wasn't an unkind offer, but between Sol, Gid, and Benjamin, he and Manny already had teachers.\n\n\"I need to go.\"\n\nAdam's thin lips pressed together in frustration. \"You'll see, Sam. I can help. Look, I want to give you something.\" Adam went over to his trunk and opened it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sam watched him rifle through it, wondering what it was that Adam would produce. It turned out to be a hat. \"I know we're on the river, but I don't have a sea cap. I do have this railroad cap though,\" he said and tossed to Sam. Sam caught it instinctively, turning the dark blue cap in his hand. \"Free men wear hats, Sam.\" Sam raised his eyes to Adam." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I can teach you how to be free.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sam stared down at the hat before slowly putting it on. It fit like it was made for him and he wondered what he looked like. \"Woman from cabin number twelve is a... lady of the night.\"\n\nAdam blinked with the sudden change of subject. \"A prostitute? I wonder if Captain Leahy knows he's got one on the ship plying her trade.\"\n\nA prostitute! No wonder Laura had been so wary about the woman." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well, that's something. From what I know Mary Stiles was never a prostitute and with all the money she stole I doubt she would turn to the profession now.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 3 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sam reached for the door.\n\n\"Don't forget what I said. I can help you.\"\n\nSam left the room." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Mode:\nCo-writing a segment of a larger work\n\nLength:\nseven sentences\n\nStyle:\nEmbassie Susberry\nGenre:\nWestern, People of Color\nNote: Characters may be pre-established" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Incorporate 'friend' into your response exactly 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After sitting with Papa for nigh unto a half hour, Laura began to feel silly at the thought of wondering around the boat looking for Sam. She would just give him his clothes later, she decided. Not to mention that she was probably needed back upstairs in the kitchen or in the laundry.\n\nAnd then she ran into Manny.\n\n\"Hello, Laura,\" he said, stuffing his hands in his pockets and rocking back on his feet and looking for all the world like they had secrets to share. Which they didn't.\n\n\"Hello,\" a dark skinned, thin man said from next to Manny.\n\n\"Will, this is my good friend or should I say my brother's good friend, Laura. Laura, this is Will.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Laura made sure that the look she gave Manny was withering, which of course made him grin broadly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If you'll excuse me, I'm needed upstairs.\"\n\n\"Don't go, Laura. Will, give me a minute,\" Manny said and Will walked past them, but not before shooting Laura an assessing look. She hadn't been looked at like that in quite some time. Not even by Sam and she and Sam... well...\n\nLaura tossed Sam's clothes at Manny so quickly, he jerked back, startled. \"Sam left those upstairs.\" She made to move for the stairs, but Manny moved just as quickly, taking a step and blocking her way." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Making sure they were making eye contact, Manny raised Sam's shirt to his nose." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sniffed. \"Smells like roses.\"\n\n\"It does not.\" The cleaning soap was not scented with roses.\n\n\"Listen. Laura,\" Manny said, his tone almost serious as he lowered his brother's clothes. \"My brother is a very nice person.\"\n\n\"I know that, Manny,\" Laura said and then made to move around him, but he moved to, continuing to block her exit.\n\n\"No. You don't understand. He's nice to everyone. He jumped in the water to save some white person he doesn't know.\" Well. How interesting. Sam hadn't shared anything about Adam Ward with his brother." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Alright—,\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Basically, what I'm sayin' is. You're nothin' special.\" Laura stopped, folded her arms over chest, stared at him. Manny shrugged as though to say that he couldn't be responsible for the truth.\n\n\"Lots of girls mistake his kindness for somethin' else. Just tryin' to help you out is all.\"\n\nLaura tilted her head back, raising her face to the sky. She was not going to give Manny whatfor.\n\n\"Manny. Get out of my way.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He slid to the side, letting her walk past him and just when she thought he was done, he spoke again." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Because really, Laura, if it were somethin' more and you hurt him, you really wouldn't like the consequences.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Mode:\nCo-writing\nContext: Story continues from larger narrative, characters/lore may lack introduction\nLength:\n8 sentences\nStyle:\nEmbassie Susberry" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Bright red hair?\" Adam repeated. They were in his room again. Adam was sitting at his desk, but facing Sam who stood before him, hat in hand, telling him all he had seen. \"Mrs. Hartford is a redhead,\" Adam said slowly to himself. Sam watched as Adam brought a hand up to his chin, rubbing the lower of half of his face and clearly thinking deeply.\n\nWell, good then. Seemed like Adam Ward had his answer. Sam slipped his hat on, shuffled his feet a bit. He slowly made his way to the door." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Include exactly 2 instance(s) of the word 'around'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Sam,\" Adam said and Sam turned around quickly, waiting to hear anything, everything he needed so he could be a free man. He watched as Adam went to his trunk, dug around a bit. Then he pulled out something shiny and metal. A gun. Sam instinctively took a step back.\n\nAdam glanced over at him, and then making sure Sam was watching, set the gun very slowly on his desk.\n\n\"Go ahead. Pick it up. It's empty.\"\n\nSam placed his hands on his waist, his eyes narrowing as they darted from the gun to Adam. He had expected some kind of a lesson or a word of advice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He didn't know what this was." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Listen,\" Adam said, spreading his hands before him. \"Slaves can't touch guns, but free Negros can. With a permit. In the United States. But you're not a slave, Sam Rivers,\" Adam said slowly, still meeting Sam's gaze. \"And where you're going is a territory, if I'm right. Not a state. You're going to need a gun... out there in Indian Territory.\"\n\nSam swallowed, staring hard at the gun for a second. It shouldn't have been that hard to reach over and pick it up. For crying out loud, he had run away. But this... he took a slow step forward, his heart racing so hard he was sure Adam could hear it. And then he picked it up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was both heavier and lighter than he expected." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He remembered Sly with his gun and how at ease he had been at using it. That would be him, Sam decided. He was going to learn this thing too. He turned it slowly, taking it in. The butt of the gun appeared to be made of wood while the rest of it was made of metal.\n\n\"That right there is the best gun out. A Colt 1851 Navy. Six round .36 caliber. It's lighter than then the '47 and a near perfect sidearm. Here, let me show you.\"\n\nSam handed the gun to Adam. Adam did some maneuvering with it and opened it up so Sam could see its guts." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"See,\" Adam started, pointing at something." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sam listened intently as Adam explained to him the mechanics of the gun, tucking every word, every piece of instruction in his mind so he wouldn't forget." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"This is how you clean it.\"\n\nSam watched as Adam showed him how to dissemble the gun and pointed out where to check for fouling and powder in the chambers. Adam went to his trunk and pulled out a cloth. Sam watched him clean every piece of the Colt. Then, he put it back together and handed it to Sam.\n\nSam took it, hefting it in his hand again, pulling on all of his reserves to keep from smiling.\n\n\"I want you to keep it.\"\n\n\"Keep it?\" Sam said quickly, unable for once to hide the emotion in his voice." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I've got another one. You keep this one, learn its insides and outs. If anyone sees you with it, tell them I asked you to keep my gun clean.\"\n\nDid that mean it was his? Or was it just a loan? Sam didn't care either way. He was holding a gun in his hand. He fought the urge to straighten out his arm and aim, just like he had seen white men do. Manny was gonna love this. He was going to forget all about the hat that Adam had given him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And Sam didn't care one lick that the gun was empty and for all intents and purposes useless." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A gun. Sam, a slave, had a gun. It was a picture of himself he had never seen before. And now he would never be able to unsee it. Sam felt dizzy with the excitement of it all. Adam had been right. He could teach him how to be free.\n\n\"Sam?\" Sam glanced over at Adam who was eyeing him with a funny expression on his face. Sam quickly made his face blank." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Where you're going,\" Adam said, still eyeing Sam curiously. \"You probably won't really need a six shooter. Six shooters are for killing men. And the last thing you need is to be killing men. You'll need a rifle or a shotgun. Their barrels are longer and better for accuracy and range. But I've got neither. Fact of the matter is, you've got to learn about guns and this is as a good a place as any to start. You don't have the right belt for the gun, but you've got a pocket?\"\n\nSam nodded and slipped the empty gun into the side pocket of his pants. He took the cleaning cloth and slipped it in the other pocket on the side of his pants. He was trying to be careful to keep his emotions in check, but all Adam had to do was look at Sam's shaking fingers to know how much the gun meant to him. Manny was going to just about pass out when he saw it. Sam wanted to run and find him now. He wasn't sure of anything Adam said after that, but Sam just gave him a nod and left his room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was almost to the top of the stairs when he remembered his clothes. Turning back around, he went to the laundry room, tapping on the door lightly.\n\n\"Come in!\" The voice was young, high-pitched and unfamiliar.\n\nSam took a step back. And then the door was opened by a girl younger than him and the color of peat soil. \"Hello,\" she said, blinking up at him with bright eyes and a small smile tugging on her lips.\n\n\"Is Laura here?\" Sam asked, ignoring the friendly gaze she was shooting him.\n\n\"No, but I can get her. I'm Birdie, by the way.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sam gave her a quick nod, careful not to meet her gaze." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You don't have to do that. I'll find her later.\"\n\n\"You'll find who later,\" he heard from behind him. Laura was standing just off to the side, her arms filled with clothes.\n\n\"Let me help you,\" Sam said, taking a step forward and easing her load.\n\n\"They're clothes, Sam. Hardly heavy,\" Laura said dryly but she didn't fight him.\n\n\"Is this your friend?\" Birdie asked Laura, a wide smile on her face. Before Laura could respond, the girl walked out the door." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Include 'something' 2 time(s) in your answer - no more, no less" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'll give you two a minute. Never say that Birdie doesn't know when it's best for her to go!\"\n\nSam glanced over at Laura who was looking at him. Once they were in the laundry room and the door was closed, Laura made a face and said, \"I don't trust happy slaves.\"\n\nSam hummed. \"You sure she's a slave?\"\n\n\"Uh huh. Runaway.\" Like them. It was becoming quite clear to Sam that there was a distinct something about slaves. Something that surpassed even skin color. And he needed to shed it fast." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Content slaves, yes. Happy ones, no.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Manny would agree with you there.\" Manny said happy slaves were either too dumb to realize they were slaves or too plain close to the massa. It was a sentiment that Sam had found more often than not to be true.\n\nLaura sent him a look he didn't understand. \"Don't talk to me about Manny. Set those clothes over there for me, please.\"\n\nSam did as he was told, thinking. \"What did he do?\"\n\n\"You mean what did he say?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Laura asked, her voice so light that Sam knew his brother had said something rude." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Laura came alongside him, bending down and sorting the clothes into various piles. \"I gave your clothes to your brother this mornin'.\"\n\n\"I'm sorry about that,\" Sam said, feeling suddenly embarrassed. \"I meant to come and get them last night.\"\n\nShe stood up, arms filled with sheets. \"No worries, Sam.\"\n\n\"I didn't leave them here expectin' you to clean 'em.\"\n\n\"I know, Sam. If you had, I wouldn't have touched them,\" she said and shot him a wry smile as she tossed the sheets into another corner.\n\n\"What did he say?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Laura shrugged. \"It wasn't important.\" She made to move past him, but he reached out, grabbing her arm, and pulling her to a stop so that they were only inches apart. There was something about the woman that always made him want to shrink the space between them. His grip on her arm tightened, and though her gown was long sleeved he could tell she was slight, and soft... and somehow fragile. He had never thought of Negro women as fragile. Sturdy? Yes. Hard-working? Obviously." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Robust? Definitely. They had to be. He could remember his own mother, slight as she was, lifting things bigger and heavier than him. He had never really thought of Negro women as feminine exactly. Not like white women who couldn't lift a flower without fainting dead.\n\nBut with his hand on her arm, he realized she was all of those things, fierce and tender, strong and elegant. He wished with a suddenness that he could court her as she deserved to be courted, however that was to be." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Cause he was sure if there were any rules to courting, Laura knew them all. And he knew none of them. And well, even if he did, he didn't have a thing to offer her. Fact to business was, he could be captured at any time, finding himself a slave again in a tobacco field. With that thought, he let her go.\n\n\"What did he say?\" he repeated. He might not know all the ways to treat her as a lady, but he sure wasn't going to let his brother treat her as less than.\n\nLaura sent him a sly glance." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But when she spoke next, it had nothing to do with his brother." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Did you just finish meetin' with Mr. Ward?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Laura.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The day I can't handle Manny is the day I'll come to you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The look in her eyes told him that was a day that was never going to come." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Well. He would just have to talk to his brother himself." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Saw Baldwin talkin' to a woman with red hair last night so I told him that this mornin'.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And that was when Sam remembered the gun. He reached for his pocket.\n\n\"A redhead?\" Laura asked, a frown on her face.\n\n\"I think he said it might be a woman called Mrs. Hart...\"\n\n\"Mrs. Hartford,\" Laura supplied, her arms now folded across her chest.\n\n\"Yes. Anyway, look what he gave me.\" Sam brandished the gun before her.\n\nHer eyes darted to his. \"Sam.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Free men have guns,\" he said simply, even though he couldn't stop the smile from appearing on his face. \"It's got no bullets in it. You can touch it.\"\n\nLaura's eyes flickered to his once more before she slowly, tentatively took the gun from him. \"I've never touched a gun before.\"\n\n\"It was my first time too,\" Sam admitted.\n\n\"My brother Prince has. Massa Richard took him huntin' plenty of times,\" she said.\n\n\"This brother of yours sounds like somethin' else.\"\n\n\"Oh, he is,\" she said softly, a hint of longing in her voice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And Sam found himself mentally cursing slavery." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Again. The evil beast that had taken his mama and Laura's, obviously, beloved brother." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He couldn't imagine being parted from Manny. No matter how much of an idiot he was sometimes. Before he could stop himself, he placed a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it gently. She looked over at him, meeting his gaze and though they said nothing, something was shared.\n\n\"Why did Mr. Ward give you the gun?\" she asked, breaking the tension. Sam removed his hand from her shoulder, leaving it loose at his side.\n\n\"He said that if I help him with Baldwin and that woman, he would teach me to be free. It's a part of that lesson.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He's not threatenin' to turn us in to bounty hunters no more?\" Laura asked, sounding skeptical.\n\n\"I'm not sayin' I trust him. I don't. But I don't think he's plannin' on turnin' us in before he finds out what he needs to find out. Figure I may as well learn what I can from him. Ain't like no other white man volunteerin' to help.\"\n\nHe watched Laura bite her lower lip. \"And so he gave you a gun.\"\n\n\"And this hat,\" he said, tipping the brim of it to her.\n\n\"Huh. I'll admit it, Sam. I'm very curious about what he'll do next when we provide him proof that Mrs. Hartford is Mary Stiles.\"\n\n\"We?\" Sam asked, eyeing her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes. We. We're a team. You and I. And besides, it's my family whose bounties he's holdin'.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 4 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sam rocked on the back of his feet, a sudden knot of fear tightening in his belly. \"You just be careful. I don't care how much you snuck in and out of white folks' rooms in that big house you worked in. This here is different. These white folks done already killed a white man.\"\n\n\"Don't worry about me, Sam,\" Laura said, grimacing as though only now realizing they were dealing with hardened killers. \"I'll be just as careful as you.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Mode:\nCo-writing\nContext: Story continues from larger narrative, characters/lore may lack introduction\nLength:\n8 sentences\nStyle:\nEmbassie Susberry" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Threatened. Threatened! Laura still couldn't believe Manny had threatened her. But she couldn't even be angry, she thought as she pulled and tugged on Lucinda's stays in an effort to make the girl's waist smaller. It wasn't quite working. The girls had sent for her to help them get dressed for supper that night. Daphne was already dressed and just picking over ribbons to possibly add to her hair. Lucinda, as always, had needed the most help.\n\n\"Pink or blue?\" she heard Daphne ask Lucinda from behind her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tuning out Lucinda's response, her thoughts went right back to Manny. And Sam. No, she couldn't be angry at Manny. Because she understood. There was something about Sam that inspired... fidelity. He was... genuine in a world that often seemed filled with actors. And she had never seen the likes before. At least not in a man. Not that she had much experience with men. She had always been so busy in Salis House that she had not been as free as other girls her age to start something with a boy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Which had been something of a mixed blessing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Like most girls her age she wanted a home of her own, with her own man and her own babies. At the same time, Laura hadn't known how she could do it all. Mama had barely managed it when she was alive and even then the family seemed divided with Papa, Benji, Sol, and Gid on one side and her, Prince, and Mama on the other.\n\nThen there was the added fact that Annie—being her best friend and all—would have rather pulled out her own teeth than try to get some male attention or even talk about male attention. And she couldn't forget Prince. There was nothing quite like the talk of romance to curl Prince's lip. But that hadn't stopped him from having an opinion. Prince, who had told her if she couldn't marry someone who was better off than she was, there wasn't any sense in marrying at all." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For Prince, marrying up was a Negro who was free or a Negro with a trade." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If he could read or write, well then, that was perfect. She knew what Prince would think about Sam, a field slave with no book learning and no trade. But she found that she didn't care. If she could ever have introduced the two of them to each other, she had a feeling Sam could hold his own just fine against her brother. And quite frankly, now that she thought about it, she didn't give one hoot what Prince thought of Sam.\n\nBut then her fingers slowed a bit as they traveled up the buttons of Lucinda's dress. Sam would never have taken in consideration of what everyone else thought. No. Instinctively, she knew only one opinion mattered when it came to Sam and that was God's." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Did God think she should get married?" }, { "from": "system", "value": "DIRECTIVE: Incorporate \"I wouldn't have had it made if I wasn't going to wear it,\" in response" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What a thought; that the God who had created the whole earth would be concerned about Laura and her possible, future family. But how comforting it would be to know His thoughts on the matter. Not that there was anything to think about Sam. What she should be focused on was getting off this boat and making a future with her family in Oklahoma.\n\n\"Are you really wearing the silk?\" Daphne's voice held more than a little judgment in it.\n\n\"I wouldn't have had it made if I wasn't going to wear it,\" Lucinda said to her reflection as Laura carefully spread the rose-colored skirt of her gown over her crinoline petticoat.\n\n\"Hmph. Well, I know why you're really wearing it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Do tell,\" Lucinda said, her voice dry as she stared at herself in the mirror before them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Laura watched as she rolled her eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're trying to get a husband.\"\n\n\"Aren't we all?\"\n\n\"Yes, but Mr. Cronwall—,\"\n\nLucinda huffed. \"Don't you ever mind your own business?\"\n\n\"No.\"\n\nLaura rolled her own eyes as the girls bickered and after helping Daphne tie a blue ribbon in her hair, she slipped out of the room.\n\nWithout running, but not quite walking either, Laura made her way to the kitchen to help with fixing and serving supper. The room was bustling with energy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Shad and Birdie were at the stove each managing two pans of food while Emma was chopping up vegetables with a skill that only accrued from having performed the same service for so long." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Piping hot plates filled with meat were cooling on the side table. She grabbed an apron from a basket and pinned it on.\n\nThe door that connected the dining room to the kitchen swung open and Laura watched as several of the Negro servers loaded up a dumbwaiter with food and left to serve both on the Texas deck and on the Hurricane deck.\n\n\"Behind you,\" Shad said. Laura ducked out of the way as he placed a glazed and still sizzling ham in front of her. \"Slice it and plate it,\" he instructed and returned to his station at the stove. Laura grabbed two sharp knives and began the task of slicing the meat. Splatters of fat and juice hit her fingers and she fought the urge to grab a piece and taste it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tasting was for later. When it was sliced to perfection, she didn't wait for anymore directions from Shad. She grabbed a heavy porcelain plate and transferred the sliced meat onto it. Then she lifted it and headed straight for the dining room. She paused for a second, taking in all of the people gathered at the long table. The ladies were decked out in all of their finery, most of which Laura had labored over that afternoon, ironing or repairing loose seams. There were ice blue gowns, red gowns, emerald gowns, violet gowns. Gowns made of silk, taffeta, linen." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Very nice gowns. But nothing quite on the scale that compared to the ones Laura had sewn and seen in Salis House." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A two-finger wave caught Laura's attention and she walked over to one of the waiters handing him the large plate of ham." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In return, he handed her an empty bowl." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We're out of butter beans,\" he said, his voice barely above a whisper." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word usage target: 'probably' must be used 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was an older man, probably older than Papa. Laura had watched him serve before. He did it as though he had done it for years. He probably had.\n\nLaura gave him a nod and then did one sweep around the room with her eyes. She was there for a reason and it wasn't to compare gowns. She wanted to see all of the women who had red hair or some variation thereof. And unless they were sick, every woman on the Texas deck would be at supper. Mrs. Hartford had, of course, been the most obvious woman to fill the role since her hair was the color of a red-hot flame." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But Sam hadn't been raised around white women and she didn't quite trust his judgment on the color red." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Though to be fair, Sam had never said it was Mrs. Hartford. Adam Ward had. Which begged the question of what Adam Ward knew or thought he knew about Mrs. Hartford.\n\nTaking note of no less than five women who could have been considered to have red hair, Laura went back into the kitchen, refilled the butter bean bowl and returned to the dining room. This time, she made a more thorough inspection of the redheaded women. And that was when she realized how Adam Ward had come to his conclusion. Two of them were of an age that even Sam would have noted. These two ladies were either wearing some kind of hair piece or had hidden their gray hair with dye. The other two were married and had small children." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This Laura knew from cleaning their cabins, doing their laundry, and just plain running into them on the upper deck. They were not hardly likely to be killing a man one day and shuffling a baby around the next. Only one redheaded woman sat at the table that was both relatively young and unattached: Mrs. Hartford.\n\nWalking over to another waiter and picking up an empty plate, she glanced around the table again and spotted Adam Ward talking quietly to the woman on his right. As always her mind followed his clothing first. He was a man dressed in the first stare of fashion, wearing something that even Prince would have admired. A detective? She had never heard of the like and she wondered where his money really came from. Walking slowly back to the kitchen, she noted Daphne laughing and Lucinda batting her eyes at a man at least thirty years her senior." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She also caught sight of Baldwin, smiling and talking quietly to the woman on his right. He didn't look like a killer. But then again, a lot of men didn't.\n\nMaking her way back into the kitchen, she placed the empty platter that had once contained chicken onto the table.\n\n\"I'll refill it,\" Shad called out. \"I need to check on some things. You come over here and finish this dough. Emma, go on and get me another chicken. If we don't need it today, we'll use it tomorrow.\"\n\nIn seconds, the kitchen was empty except for Laura and Birdie, who stood over the stove cooking down fruit for the filling that would go into the pie dough Laura had started working.\n\n\"I've never cooked for so large a group of people before,\" Birdie began." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Laura paused from rolling the dough and exhaled. \"Have you?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes,\" she said simply." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And she had. Whenever there was a ball at Salis House, Annie had always recruited her for help in the kitchen." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I also never had nobody to work with in the kitchen. It was always jest me. Massa, he had near 'bout ten slaves,\" Birdie said, sending Laura a sidelong glance as though ten slaves were a lot." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Salis House had around two hundred slaves. There were more than ten slaves that served inside Salis House alone. But Laura said none of these things. The least said about Salis, the better.\n\n\"Did you buy your freedom, then?\" Laura asked, even though she already knew the answer to the question.\n\nBirdie flinched and returned her gaze back to the pot in front of her. She mumbled something under her breath and Laura didn't bother to try and decipher it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She had nothing against the girl, but talking about the past was just about one of the stupidest things a runaway could do." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I come here with my brother, Will.\"\n\n\"I think I met him,\" Laura said in a conciliatory tone, feeling a little bit of guilt.\n\n\"He's tall and thin as a bean pole, but he sure can sing. You'd never guess it from the looks of him, though. You got any kin on board?\"\n\nLaura picked up the dough, sprinkling it with more flour before draping it over the pie pan. She hoped she was supposed to be adding more flour. She could never remember the small details. She had never had to before. Annie remembered them for her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Fillin'?\" Laura asked, ignoring Birdie's question though if the girl was on the steamer long enough it would soon become evident as to whom Laura was related to." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Include 'laura' 4 time(s) in your answer - no more, no less" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That boy I saw you with, the real good-lookin' one. He your beau?\"\n\n\"Sam?\" Laura asked as Birdie handed her the pot of cooked cherries. They must have been preserves then. Laura did know that you didn't need to hardly touch fresh cherries.\n\n\"Is that his name?\" The girl had an expression on her face that made Laura blink a few times. It also made Laura feel less guilty about reminding Birdie that she was still a slave.\n\n\"Are you his woman, then?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What's that bubblin' in that pot?\" Laura asked. The door swung open and Shad entered, cutting off their conversation, though not cutting off Birdie entirely cause the girl was still talking. Was she his woman? No. She wasn't, she thought as she began to lattice the dough. And further, Sam wasn't about to get any woman any time soon because he was focused on making it to Oklahoma first. And Manny wouldn't let him.\n\n\"Hurry up on them pies! I only have two cooked!\"\n\nLaura stayed in the kitchen until every dish was washed and put away." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 9 sentences." }, { "from": "system", "value": "<<USAGE LIMIT>>: 'laundry' must be used 3 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Though she was exhausted, she still found herself going out to the railing to look over the side of the steamer. Anything to feel a cool breeze. Her hair had sweated some fierce and no doubt smelled of everything they had cooked in that small kitchen. It would behoove her to get up early to wash it and pull it back into a tight bun. And it would have to be really, really early. She walked in the direction of the laundry room. Maureen had been the only one doing laundry that evening but she was a fast worker. If she had gotten through most of it, then maybe Laura could snatch a few extra minutes of sleep. But Laura didn't make it to the laundry room because standing outside of Mrs. Hartford's room was Mrs. Hartford and Baldwin." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "I'll be your writing partner for this section. I'll provide a segment, and you continue with ten sentences, channeling Embassie Susberry in the Western, People of Color genre. Characters may have backstories from previous chapters." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They only had four stops left until they reached Arkansas." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Laura shook her head slowly as she continued to knead the ball of dough in front of her for the supper meal." }, { "from": "human", "value": "That was it, four stops." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Only problem was the stops were days apart. They had their last stop in Kentucky tomorrow, then Missouri, two days on the river before they reached Tennessee. Then two more days after that for another stop. Then Arkansas. She had found a copy of the schedule when she had been cleaning Mr. Ward's room earlier that day.\n\nAfter leaving Mrs. Hartford's room and handing Sam that advertisement, she had gone right to Mr. Ward's room to clean and snoop because if Mrs. Hartford wasn't Mary Stiles that put them back to almost the beginning when they had nothing. And Laura didn't know how Adam Ward was when he had nothing. Sure and he was a whole lot nicer to Sam, but she didn't trust the man. Or rather, she trusted the first version of the man, not the second one. It had never been her experience that folks got nicer when the irons got hot. So, when she went to Adam Ward's room to clean, she also went to see if he had sent any telegrams." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She remade his bed, folded his clothes, straightened his things and went digging. She found the papers again with her and the boys and Papa's description. She went through the papers on his desk and saw that he had sent and received several telegrams. None of them had mentioned any slaves as far as she could tell. She had found a copy of the steamer's schedule copied in his own hand and marveled at the fact that they had still yet another week on the river. She had been in the middle of digging through his closet when his door had opened.\n\n\"Oh,\" Mr. Ward said slowly as Laura had stepped out of the closet. She watched his chest sink with relief and a small, tight smile cross his thin lips. \"I didn't realize you were in here.\"\n\n\"Your suits have been cleaned, Mr. Ward,\" Laura said slowly and distinctly, clasping her hands in front of her and ignoring the silent question in his words." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her heart was pounding fast, but she stilled her face and paid no attention to her emotions.\n\n\"Thank you, Lolly,\" Adam Ward said with a sigh as he took off his jacket and tossed it across the back of the lone chair in the room. It was a move he never would have made if she had been a white girl. But then, if she was a white girl, she would never have been there in the first place.\n\n\"Is there anythin' else you need, Mr. Ward?\" Laura asked, making sure her voice was low, soothing.\n\n\"No, Lolly.\" She started for the door. Her hand had just touched the knob when Adam Ward spoke again. \"Well, actually... Lolly, you're free right?\"\n\n\"Suh?\" She felt the blood in her body start pumping, the pace slowly picking up speed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I mean... can you read?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She turned her face so he could see the expression on it. She made her eyebrows furrow, made sure her eyes were cast down as though in shame. \"Read, suh?\" She saw his grimace out of the corner of his eye.\n\n\"I don't suppose you know a Negro man by the name of Sam? That's here on this steamer?\"\n\n\"I know, Sam. Suh.\" Her eyes were blank now as she blinked at him.\n\nHe grimaced again. \"Nevermind, Lolly. I—nevermind.\"\n\nShe left his room with a roll of her eyes. What did he expect? That she would pour her heart out to him?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She had next gone to the laundry room to wash sheets before heading first to Mrs. Hartford's room and then to Lucinda and Daphne's room.\n\nMrs. Hartford had been waiting for her, sighing over her choice of dresses for the evening. \"Laura, you choose. You have such a good eye for color.\" Without hesitation, Laura had chosen a green taffeta gown. She helped Mrs. Hartford with her petticoat and corset before covering them with the evening dress. Mrs. Hartford stood before the mirror as Laura brushed and pulled and tucked to make the dress look just right.\n\n\"I can't wait until we arrive in New Orleans, Laura. I look so nice and it's all wasted. There's not a single man of interest on this boat.\" Laura said nothing as she continued to straighten out the dress. Her only thought was how much she wished Mrs. Hartford had been Mary Stiles. \"And then, well, Laura, I'm an actress,\" Mrs. Hartford said with a dejected sigh." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word count directive: Use 'black-haired' exactly 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Laura guided her to the chair in front of the vanity and quickly began to dress her hair. It would be nothing so elaborate as what she done for Missy Charlotte on more than one occasion, but it would do. \"And some men have a tendency to think that that must mean that I'm easy with my favors. Why one man—I can barely remember his name—but I told him I was not interested in his romantic favors. And then he came back the second day as though we hadn't talked at all the day before. I had to slap him! I told him if he didn't stay away I would talk to Captain Leahy personally.\"\n\nLaura paused in brushing off Mrs. Hartford's shoulders and mentally sighed. If they had only had this conversation a day earlier it would have saved her and Sam some time. She listened to Mrs. Hartford bare her complaints for another fifteen minutes before presenting her with gloves and a matching stole.\n\nThen she had raced down to Daphne and Lucinda's room, knocking as she pushed open the door. She came to a stop when she saw a black-haired woman standing in the center of the room.\n\n\"Oh, Laura, you gave me a fright,\" Daphne said, turning around. She reached up and pulled the black-haired wig off her head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Isn't this the most ridiculous thing?\" Laura stared. \"It's Lucinda's. She has a whole box filled with different color wigs. You would think she was balding. She's out for a stroll with Mr. Cronwall,\" Daphne said, wrinkling her nose. Laura took this to mean the old, rich man that Lucinda was trying to marry. Laura went to the closet for Daphne's evening dress as Daphne went to Lucinda's trunk and tossed the wig back inside. \"She said to tell you not to leave until she gets here cause she's still going to need your help.\"\n\nLaura had been stuck in that room with first Daphne and then Lucinda for well over an hour. And now, here she was, kneading bread for supper and wondering how she could find Sam. Alone. It would be easy enough to find him, but Manny might be with him or her own brothers. Though she supposed it wouldn't be so bad to visit with all of them. They just wouldn't be able to talk about Baldwin and Mary Stiles." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I think that's good and ready,\" Birdie said, coming alongside her.\n\n\"Oh,\" Laura said and let Birdie take it from her so that the bread would have a chance to rise.\n\n\"You know the food on this here steamer ain't so bad, but I could sure go for a mess o' greens, right about now,\" Birdie said with a grin.\n\n\"Cooked with salt pork or some ham hock and some fresh corn bread on the side,\" Laura added as she began to flour her station again in anticipation of making a fresh batch of dough.\n\n\"Oh, my yes,\" Birdie said and they shared a smile and a laugh. \"You ever cooked up some ox tail stew?\"\n\n\"Every other Sunday when Mama was alive.\" Laura closed her eyes, remembering those few times when all of them—except Prince—had gotten together and enjoyed Sunday supper. The last time had been a year or so ago, but the sweetness of those memories made her ache.\n\n\"And a pot of black eyed peas on New Years'?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 11 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"With salt pork and onions after soakin' 'em over night? Yes, indeed.\" Laura was no great cook, but she knew good food like Annie's which always tasted like there was something extra in her pot that made you want to keep dipping. She wondered if Sam had ever had collard greens and ox tail stew, or a plate of black eyed peas. When they got off this steamer, when they got good and settled, she would cook for him. And for the first time the thought of seeing Sam in the future didn't feel so strange. Why wouldn't their families stick together in Oklahoma?\n\n\"Yes, chile,\" Birdie said with a laugh, pulling Laura back to their conversation. \"We not so different, me and you.\" Though she made a statement, Laura could see the question, the hesitance in her eyes.\n\nLaura sent her a small smile. Shook her head. \"No, we not so different.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Job: User writes start, you add ~four sentences sentences. Style: Embassie Susberry. Note: May include established characters" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She found them gathered in a spot on the lower deck, stretched out, and talking.\n\n\"Laura, is that you?\" Gid asked, straightening from laying his head on Benji's shoulder.\n\n\"Yes, it's me,\" Laura said as she took in Manny and Sam, sitting close together with Benji, Gid, and Sol sitting across from them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When she was a few feet away, music started not too far away from her causing her to startle." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, that's just Will and his friends,\" Gid said just as Will's tenor filled the air.\n\n\"The river is up and the channel is deep, the wind is steady and strong,\" Will sang out clear and soulful. Someone's fiddle filled the air, slowly accompanying his words.\n\n\"It's just singin,' don't let it scare you none,\" Manny called out." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Precise word count needed: 'around' × 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Laura shot him a look of exasperation as she took a seat next to Sol. She wrapped an arm around him and pulled him in for a short side hug. His arm went around her waist giving her a gentle squeeze.\n\n\"What are you doin' down here?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Benji's voice was short and abrupt, his view on her visit quite clear." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I, for one,\" Gid started before Laura could respond, \"am happy to see you.\" He said as though he didn't see her every day. He, Sol, and Levi were constantly running between floors running errands for passengers and sailors alike.\n\n\"Brought fresh bread,\" Laura said, reaching into the deep pockets of her apron." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She would just ignore Benji's rudeness, like she did most days." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She pulled out several rolls, handing two to Sol. \"Give that to Papa next time you see him.\" He was the only brother she trusted to actually do as he was told. He gave her a short nod and slipped the extra roll in one of his pockets before taking a small bite out of his own, savoring the flavor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Here,\" she said, handing one to Manny and Sam." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Us too? Are we... does that make us... family?\" Manny's voice was filled with false sweetness.\n\n\"Man, shut it and be thankful,\" Sam said, his voice low. He gave Laura a nod." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Thank you for thinkin' of us.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So what do y'all usually talk about?\" Laura asked as she pulled her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs. It was not a fitting position for a young lady. But her legs were covered and well..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You,\" Manny said, his smile wolfish." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ignore him,\" Sam muttered over her brothers' small snorts.\n\n\"That man Sam saved is goin' to teach him how to shoot a gun,\" Sol offered, his voice serious as he continued to take tiny bites out of his roll.\n\nWithout thinking, Laura turned to Sam. \"Adam is goin' to teach you how to shoot?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She had never heard of the like." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Oh, Master Richard had taught Prince how to shoot but he had taught Prince how to read and do maths too.\n\n\"Whoa,\" Manny said, holding up one hand, his eyes now darting between her and Sam. In that moment she realized that whatever Manny was, no matter that he could barely read and probably couldn't write, he wasn't stupid. \"Adam?\"\n\nLaura winced as Sam placed a hand over his mouth, thinking." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Gid leaned forward. \"Yes, do tell us about... Adam.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He's a detective,\" Sam said quietly.\n\n\"A what?\" Manny's voice was sharp, irritated, and was that hurt she heard there too?\n\n\"He solves mysteries. If someone is murdered or somethin' is stolen, he's hired to find out,\" Laura explained.\n\n\"Like a paddy roller?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Paddy rollers are mostly for slaves, but the idea is the same,\" Laura said, her voice just barely above a whisper. \"'Cept detectives are for white folks.\"\n\n\"He's tryin' to find some bad... white person?\" Gid asked confusion in his voice." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Somebody start from the beginnin' cause none of this is makin' a lick of sense.\" Manny's voice was harder now, his jaw tighter as he stared at Sam. Laura watched as Sam's whole chest sank with a sigh. When he finished telling them very quickly what he and Laura had been up to and why, the whole group of them fell silent." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Laura, still holding her knees to her chest, noticed the tight anger in Manny's face and the stricken looks on her brothers' faces... and Sam hadn't even told them that it was only her family that Adam knew for certain were escaped slaves." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Not Sam and Manny.\n\n\"Why are we still on this boat?\" Manny's question was quiet, but filled with emotion.\n\nBut Sam had been ready for the question because his response flew right off his tongue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Every day, every inch of water we go is one step further than from where we came. What's our other option? Escapin' by land? We'd be caught within a week.\"\n\n\"Every time we stop in a port, we're at risk,\" Manny countered.\n\n\"We're always at risk.\" It was the first time since Laura had met Sam that she heard anger in his voice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You may not like it, you may not want it, but at this point in our lives we've got nothin' to trust but God's leadin'. When he tells me to get off this boat, we'll get off this boat. Until then, we're stayin'.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was trusting God and then there was trusting God. And Laura realized in that moment that she had never really trusted God. She had trusted her Mama, Prince, and everything she had ever been taught. And while she hadn't totally put God in a box and left him on a shelf, she had not exactly lived side by side with Him neither." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Out of the side of her eye, she glanced at her brothers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Gid's mouth was still slightly open, Sol was staring hard at Sam, and Benji still had that stricken look from earlier... only now it was more pronounced." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Include exactly 2 instance(s) of the word 'vigilant'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We'll help,\" Gid's voice seemed very high and childish in that moment. \"We'll help you help that detective guy.\"\n\n\"We'll have to be more vigilant,\" Benji said irritably. As though they weren't vigilant enough." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "expand on the story like Embassie Susberry would. btw might have existing characters/lore" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I realize that you ain't no little girl, but Laura I would have liked to have known.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Papa had, for the first time since they had gotten on the steamer, sought her out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She had been ironing and folding clothes when Gid came bursting in the laundry room telling her Papa had to speak to her right now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She had dropped what she was doing and rushed right to the boiler room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There had been no need to rush.\n\n\"There was already plenty to worry about.\" And there was nothing he could do about it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "That was what she didn't say, but when he looked away, his jaw tight, she knew he had heard the unspoken words." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But unlike before, it wasn't something that she meant. At least not unkindly.\n\n\"Papa—,\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That's what he said.\"\n\n\"He?\"\n\n\"Sam.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You talked to Sam?\" Why had her voice gone high like that? She looked away when she felt Papa's dark gaze settle on her face." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I talk to Sam every now and then,\" his voice was quiet even though they were the only two people in the small boiler room. It was hot. The boiler might not have been going, but the heat it gave off filled the small room still. Because they were stopped in Kentucky, all of them as usual were keeping to enclosed places." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Am I 'bout to lose you before I ever had you?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He laughed, but there was no humor in his voice." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Papa, Sam and I are not... anythin',\" Laura said slowly, feeling more than a little flushed.\n\n\"Yet.\" His voice was dry and matter of fact. \"Listen, Laura, you pay careful attention to that white man, that Alex—,\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Adam. And I am. Every other day I go through his things.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Alright. Stay sharp. Stay alert. We didn't get this far to have to go back now.\"\n\n\"Papa?\"\n\n\"Yes?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm assumin' you've prayed on this." }, { "from": "human", "value": "All of it... the escapin' and everythin'?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes,\" he said, giving her a wary look.\n\n\"Then until the Lord tells us otherwise, sufficient for today is the evil thereof. We'll just pray that he provides us with a warnin' if need be and leave it at that.\" The words came out of her mouth, but really they were Sam's words." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She felt Papa's gaze on her and she glanced up at him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She shrugged when he continued to stare. \"What?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Nothin'. Sound like your mama, though,\" he said. His voice gruff with emotion. And when he wouldn't meet her eyes, she felt her own get blurry." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You've always been very independent,\" he said, his voice sounding almost hoarse." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No,\" Laura said with a shake of her head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I've always relied on others to do my thinkin' for me. Figured I would try to rely on God this time.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Laura left the overheated boiler room a few minutes later but was waylaid before she reached the stairs by a familiar grip on her arm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Sam.\" She said his name with a smile before turning around.\n\n\"Not Sam.\" Manny said, pulling her under the stairs.\n\n\"What do you want?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The question was rude, but it was Manny, so Laura did not care.\n\n\"I'm worried about Sam.\" There was no humor in Manny's voice." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Laura felt her heart begin to race. \"Has somethin' happened?\"\n\nManny stopped talking, blinked at her.\n\n\"So, nothin' has happened then?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Laura jerked her arm out of his hand. \"Don't you worry about Sam. I'm lookin' after him.\" She made for the stairs again, giving Manny her back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Laura.\" Manny's voice was quiet. Polite. She paused. \"For my brother, I am askin' that you be... you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Me?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Know everythin' there is to know about everythin'.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I am tryin',\" Laura said with a sigh." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But we're really just goin' to have to trust God with all of this, Man.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"My name is Manny. And if I had wanted preachin' to, I would be talkin' to Sam.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Laura turned to face him, wrinkled her nose. \"It's the only answer I have for you, Manny. I'll do my best. You can trust me on that. But I can't be everywhere at all times. 'Sides, Sam is many things, stupid ain't one of 'em.\"\n\nManny raised an eyebrow and Laura was struck anew by how handsome he was." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "How handsome Sam was. \"My brother is a... what's the word for a saint dyin'?\"\n\n\"Martyr?\" Laura said the word, slowly, unsure if that was what he was shooting for." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Use the word 'manny' 2 time(s) - this is a strict requirement" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That. That's what he is. Anythin' can happen when you live with a saint destined for saintliness. You don't know what it's like. You think it's easy bein' with Sam. Why, this one time—,\" Manny cut off as singing filled the air.\n\n\"Crossin' over River Jordan,\" the words were sung strong and low. And familiar. \"Hey, Manny. Hey, Laura.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your response should contain the word 'laura' precisely 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was Will. He shot both Laura and Manny a brilliant smile of slightly yellow teeth.\n\nLaura gave him a small wave as he passed by them. \"I can't believe you're such good friends with a man who sings all the time.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It is a surprise to me too. If I think about it too much, I have to fight the urge to strangle him. And then I want to say, 'let's see if you can sing now, Will.'\"\n\nLaura sighed. \"Manny.\"\n\n\"Keep an eye on him for me, Laura. If he looks to be preparin' to do somethin' stupid, come and get me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Laura couldn't help but point to herself. \"You trust me?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Manny looked away, scratching at his neck." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I trust how you feel about him. I don't think it's real. But I think you think it's real.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Bye. Man.\" She made sure to emphasize the shortened name.\n\n\"Have a good day now, Laura.\" It was the polite way he said it that made Laura grin widely and roll her eyes though she was careful not to let him see it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Laura returned to the laundry room leaving once and only once and that was when the steamer had started again headed, finally, towards Tennessee. She had gone to find one of her brothers, Sol this time, and made him make sure that Sam was back on the steamer. Sol had returned with half a piece of peppermint in his mouth." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Sam bought you that?\" Laura had asked, nodding towards his mouth.\n\nSol slowly shook his head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And then nodded. \"Well, yes. But Gid and I gave him the coin for it.\"\n\n\"The money,\" Laura gently corrected. \"How much money?\"\n\nSol eyed her for a second." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And then shrugged. She had tried to teach him and Gid the differences in coin money but it was a bit difficult when she only had access to pennies." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It wasn't like it was safe to pull out anything bigger on the boat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We should have brung you a piece.\"\n\n\"Brought me a piece. And why should you? It's your money. Ya'll earned it.\"\n\n\"You're always bringin' us stuff, though,\" Sol had muttered." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Sol.\" She had reached out, squeezed his shoulder." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And then leaned down, whispering in his ear." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't like peppermint.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He had given her a look then." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Shook his head as though she lied. \"I once stole a whole bowl full off of Master Richard's desk. Prince told on me and I got the beaten' of my life.\"\n\nSol's nose wrinkled then." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Prince told?\" To be fair, Prince had caught her the same time as Master Richard." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She had been about eight and he about eleven. He had tossed her into the fire in an effort to make himself look better compared to her. The little monster. Knowing that she would never see him again in this life had made her glamorize Prince, but there had been reasons why she spent most of her days avoiding him if she could." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"They string you up?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "His question was quiet, and a strain of fear ran through it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No. Miss Martha beat me with the broom.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Until she couldn't get up if she tried." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Mama had had to come and get her. \"I don't eat peppermint. Now or ever.\"\n\n\"Laura.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Laura looked up now, dazed and confused and for a second lost in her memories. She blinked. She was in the laundry room. On the Thomas Paine. \"Birdie.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Birdie entered the room with a pile of sheets." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They did not wash everyone's bedsheets every day, but somehow the sheet washing never ended." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Birdie started talking, filling the space with words that Laura was not paying any attention to." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She shook her head slowly, letting go past bygones. Staying there would only leave her paralyzed in more ways than one. No. She needed to focus on the here and now." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The long and short of it was, she needed to figure out who this Mary Stiles woman was. Sam couldn't do it. He didn't have access to white women the way she did." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lord, she prayed quietly, what would you do? But nothing came to her. All she knew was what Miss Martha would have done." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And Miss Martha was the smartest woman Laura knew." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Miss Martha would make a list of all the female passengers and go through their names one by one. She didn't know where she could get paper without stealing it. She didn't think it was stealing if she took from Salis House." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But she did think it was stealing if she took from the passengers on the steamer. What to do?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What's got you sighin' so deeply over there? Don't tell me,\" Birdie said quickly. \"It's Sam.\"\n\n\"Sam?\"\n\n\"He sure is somethin'. Him and his brother. I never know which one to look at whenever I'm with the both of them. Sam's got that jaw, but Manny looks so handsome with that beard. Though I would be lyin' if I didn't say Manny is a bit frightenin' sometimes. I never know if he's havin' a laugh at me or not.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He probably is,\" Laura muttered under her breath." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But that Sam.\" Birdie shook her head, a small smile on her face and Laura bit down on her tongue to keep from saying something cutting. She just couldn't win with the girl. \"He puts me in mind of a verse from the good book Miss Bessie used to quote to me. \"In repentance and rest is your salvation, in quietness and trust is your strength. That verse makes me think of Sam. And you, Laura. You're both quiet and strong.\"\n\nLaura opened her mouth." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Closed it. And settled on finally saying a very quiet, \"Thank you, Birdie, though I think it applies more to Sam than me.\"\n\n\"No,\" she said with a shake of her head. \"You too.\"\n\nLaura didn't believe that was true for one moment as it related to her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But as to Sam? Truer words had never been spoken. She stood up abruptly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I've got to go get several ladies dressed for supper.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Laura left the laundry room, passed one of the staterooms, and paused. She couldn't write a list but she did know by now who was in what room. She could cross them off or leave them as a possibility that way." }, { "from": "human", "value": "First thing tomorrow, she would take personal inventory." }, { "from": "human", "value": "After all, a few ladies had left since she had first gotten on the steamer in Ohio and since been replaced." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It couldn't be that hard to find a woman who had been on since at least Ohio and was essentially, alone. Mrs. Hartford was not the only one.\n\nWith that thought buoying her steps, Laura helped Mrs. Hartford dress for supper and then went to Daphne and Lucinda's room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Papa says the Compromise isn't going to work. He thinks we'll go to war before long.\"\n\n\"Papa this, Papa that. Don't you ever stop for one second and use the brain God gave you?\"\n\nFor once, the girls were bickering about something interesting, Laura thought as she went to their closet and pulled out the two dresses they had asked her to iron that morning." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I also read the papers!\"\n\n\"I asked you to help me think of something smart to say at supper and you say to talk about slavery? Why not bring up religion too while I'm at it?\"\n\nDaphne sent Lucinda a cutting look that even Laura couldn't miss as she helped Lucinda step into her taffeta gown." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If you don't want my opinion Lucinda Mary Stillwood, don't ask for it.\"\n\nLaura's fingers froze in the act of stringing up Lucinda's corset. No. It couldn't be that easy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But Lucinda had gotten on the boat in Ohio, same as Laura." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 4 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Is something wrong, Laura?\" Lucinda asked. Or was she Mary? Mary Stiles.\n\n\"Nothin's wrong. Sorry, ma'am,\" she said, her fingers returning to the familiar pattern even as her brain continued racing.\n\nLucinda Mary Stillwood. Mary Stiles. Was it possible?" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Mode:\nCo-writing\nContext: Story continues from larger narrative, characters/lore may lack introduction\nLength:\nfive sentences\nStyle:\nEmbassie Susberry" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How many times did he let you fire the gun?\" Sam and Manny were tucked in a corner of the steamer, sitting on the lower deck unraveling knots in a rope that might later be needed. And eating the caramel. It had been quite the burst of flavor in Sam's mouth: rich, creamy, sugary. This was what freedom tasted like." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He couldn't wait to taste the peppermint.\n\n\"Too many times to count,\" Sam said unable to keep the grin off his face. \"He just kept loadin' it up until I was able to hit the target.\" The last target had been an empty bottle that Adam had produced from somewhere. It had taken a few shots and Sam couldn't deny that a powerful part of him was nervous about shooting in front of Adam; that part of him that was always slightly fearful that if he didn't do what he was supposed to do the way he was supposed to do it he would be strung up yet again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But then Adam had pulled out a small notebook and pencil and when Sam was certain his thoughts were elsewhere, his shooting had gotten better." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Was it hard?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"At first. A bit. But then, not so hard.\" Like most things in life. Sam was sure that if he could practice regular-like, he would be a first-rate shooter. \"I'll teach you. When we make it to Oklahoma.\"\n\n\"Been thinkin' 'bout that.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sam said nothing, just moved the piece of caramel around in his mouth, savoring it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Don't want to farm, Sam. I don't want to bend over and be at the mercy of the hot sun. I don't.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Manny's voice was quiet, but firm.\n\n\"Same. Though it might be different if it were our own farm.\"\n\nManny nodded slowly. \"It would be different. But. Benji was talkin' to me about his and Amos's smithy. And I... well... maybe we could open a store or somethin'? Folks always need stuff and we've got enough money to buy some land and build a place. This hard labor? That's for the birds, Sam.\"\n\n\"It's a fine idea, Manny.\" And it was. But the thought of never working out in the sun was almost too hard for Sam to contemplate." }, { "from": "system", "value": "CONSTRAINT: Include 'about' 2 time(s)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He would pull those thoughts out and think about them when it made sense too. Like when they were off the steamer. It shamed him a bit that he had a relationship with Jesus and could hardly dare to think good things about his future. It was one thing—and it had been hard then—when the future was just 'one day,' it was quite another when the future was almost within his grasp. Sam knew himself well enough to know when he falling into one of his moods where in spite of life happening around him, everything still looked dark." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The candy melting in his mouth was starting to not taste as sweet." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lord, help my unbelief.\n\n\"When we learn to read better, we could order stock and no one would know we was Negro. So, they wouldn't deny us. That's what I was thinkin'. Specially if we learn to write.\" Sam just gave a small nod. Manny's words were small, tight and Sam realized it was hard too for him to think that big. \"I understand.\"\n\nManny gave him a small nod." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They wouldn't talk about it no more." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But at least they now had a bit of a plan. \"While you were out playin' around I did some serious thinkin'.\" Sam thought thinking about their future was serious thinking.\n\n\"'Bout?\"\n\n\"Our last name. We ain't gonna be no river, no lake, no grass.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yeah, I figured that one,\" Sam said dryly, rolling his eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Manny never just let anything go.\n\n\"Day.\"\n\n\"Day, what?\"\n\n\"That's our name. You're Samuel Day and I'm Manning Lucas Day.\" Day. As in a day in a week." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was very simple and practically meaningless." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Which wasn't exactly a bad thing. He didn't love it, but Sam was not unaware that his recent actions had very much stressed his brother out. If Manny had found some relief in picking their last name, Sam wasn't about to fight him on it. Even if Day, in his mind, was just another thing like River. And since when did Manny have a third name?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Lucas for mama? Cause her name is Lucilla?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes.\"\n\n\"Then I'm Samuel Lucian Day.\" He'd heard that name somewhere before: Lucian.\n\nManny stuck out a hand and they shook on it. And you would think a little thing like adding on to your name wouldn't have much of an effect." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Except it did. Sam felt like he knew who he was now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He wasn't Sam from Kentucky of a tobacco farm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was Samuel Lucian Day. And he even had a birthday. Then Manny stood up. \"I've got to go check on that cargo they just loaded. I heard tell they might move it around cause of its weight or somethin'. Mississippi gettin' smaller. We'll eat the peppermint candy tomorrow.\"\n\nSam gave his brother a quick nod and went back to the rope, tangled in his thoughts, which were darker than usual in spite of the fact that his future seemed like a good one." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He unraveled three ropes before he realized what it was." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He could lose it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "All of it. In a split second. And be hauled right back to the never-ending tobacco plants. He recognized the thoughts for what they were: fear, anxiety, doubt... gifts from ole Satan himself. But he couldn't seem to shake them. Lord, help. The prayer didn't pass his lips but was no less poignant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was now replaiting the ropes, paying no mind to the cuts inflicted on his fingers from the coarse fibers when Laura came and plopped down, right next to him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He watched as she pulled her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs. She didn't say anything right away, so he took the time to take her in as she gazed out over the water even as his fingers continued to work. Her dark hair was pulled back as it so often was though little curly tendrils that had escaped her pinning danced in the wind. She held herself straight, unmoving, and yet there was that natural grace there that had first caught Sam's eye.\n\nShe turned her head, faced him, her eyes searching his for something though he didn't know what." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Birdie told me a Bible verse today that I think sums you up perfectly. Almost as if God was thinkin' 'bout you himself when he wrote the words.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Is that right?\" Sam had to hear this. He wasn't sure what God thought about him. He knew in his mind that God loved him. He had sent his son to die for him. But it was a truth that he had to remind himself of often." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There were days when it was an easy thing to remember and there were times like this when it was like holding a fish fresh out of the water." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Precise word count needed: 'little' × 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I can't remember the beginnin', but it said somethin' like in trust and quietness is your strength.\"\n\nSam felt himself deflate a little. Had it been anyone else, he would have known they were having fun at his expense, but the fact that it was Laura, made him think she didn't really know him at all. Which was even more disappointing. \"There's very little that's strong about me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "His words came out with more bitterness than he thought he had in him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But it was the truth. Sure and he was physically strong, but he had learned a long time ago that strength, real strength had nothing to do with the physical.\n\n\"Sam.\" He felt Laura turn her body towards him quickly.\n\n\"A man likes to think that if there's a problem, he can fix it, if there's somethin' comin' at him and his, he can face it and... ,\" Sam licked his lips, swallowed. He made sure he met Laura's eyes though it was hard to put himself down before a woman whose admiration he wanted." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I can't do any of those things for anyone that I love. I never have been.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "All he could do, all he had ever been able to do, was stand there." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Like he had done when they took his mama away and that's all he would be able to do if they came for Manny. Or Laura.\n\nHe watched Laura blink a few times. \"I hear what you're sayin' but your faith in God in the midst of everythin' is the strongest thing I've ever seen in my life.\" Laura's eyes had taken on a sheen, but she didn't look away from him. \"And that is what makes you the strongest man I know.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Ensure 'control' appears 2 time(s) in your answer" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I have no control—,\"\n\n\"Nobody does, Sam. They like to think they do, but they don't. Only God is in control. Where is this comin' from? Why are you, you of all people doubtin'?\"\n\nWhy was he doubting? Because everything he wanted was almost within his grasp. But Laura was right." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He wasn't in control." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He never would be.\n\n\"We just have to trust the one who is in control, Sam,\" her words were whispered and heartfelt. He wasn't the only person who felt like they were at the mercy of others. He raised his hand, cupped her cheek, and wiped the few tears that trickled down away. She sniffed, but didn't move back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Instead, she leaned into his hand." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's the hardest thing in this life, turnin' to God for direction, for answers, for safety. There's a psalm, I don't know which one, but it says He is our hiding place. We just have to believe He's our hiding place, Sam.\" Her voice broke then. Sam set aside the rope and pulled her into his arms, holding her tight. She wrapped her arms around his waist, her face buried in his chest. Sam leaned down touching the top of his head to hers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But she wasn't finished yet." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I mean Sam, think about all the times you've prayed, all the times you've felt assurances in your heart that you were goin' the right place and doin' the right thing. Could you have imagined yourself here even a month ago? It's... we've just got to trust. And you'll probably have to remind me of this conversation in a few days, but that's fine so long as when we're down, one of us lifts the other up.\"\n\nSam's arms around her tightened. He was so used to being alone in his walk of faith. He loved his brother with every fiber of his being. But it got exhausting sometimes, being the spiritually strong one." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I think I needed to hear that,\" he said finally." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Aw, Sam. You mean you're human?\" He heard laughter in her voice.\n\n\"I don't think I ever said I wasn't,\" he replied, feeling more than a little indignant. He was all too human.\n\nShe lifted her head off his chest, pulling back so she could see his eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "This time she raised her hand to his face, sliding it down his jaw to the back of his neck, and his heart, which was already racing, picked up even more speed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You've always been pretty amazin' to me, Sam.\" Sam could hardly breathe, her words making him feel... like a man. They could have stayed like that forever, probably would have, if the steamer hadn't momentarily snagged on something tossing them a foot across the deck.\n\nMen started yelling, people started moving.\n\nSam stood up, reached down, and helped Laura stand." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He didn't let her hand go even when she got her bearing. \"I better get back upstairs, but I wanted to tell you that. About the verse. I've been tryin' to hold onto those words all day so I wouldn't forget them. So I can look 'em up the next time I get my hands on a Bible.\"\n\n\"I've got one.\" The words came out quickly.\n\n\"You've got one what?\"\n\n\"I've got a Bible. Me and Manny. We found it, kept it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Laura gave him a look. \"All this time on this boat and you never said anythin'?\"\n\nSam shrugged, a small smile on his face. \"Not like we can read it. We just hold onto it. We're used to keepin' it a secret.\" Because boat or no boat, Negroes reading was a dangerous thing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You'll show it to me when we get off?\" Laura sounded exasperated, but there was a light in her eyes, and he noticed the slight twitching of her fingers where she hid her excitement.\n\nSam nodded, his smile growing. \"And you can read it to me.\"\n\n\"I'm goin' to find that Bible verse about the quiet strength.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Sounds like Isaiah.\" She sent him another look." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"There was a reverend near the plantation I worked who read aloud from the Bible every Sunday morning for an hour. He was partial to Isaiah.\" Sam shrugged again. \"I could be wrong though.\" Though he thought he had heard those words before.\n\nLaura looked away for a second. This time she was smiling and then the smile left her face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She reached out, gripped his arm." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"There was somethin' else I came to tell you. I think I found Mary Stiles, but Sam I need more information so that we can confirm it.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "expand on the story like Embassie Susberry would. btw might have existing characters/lore" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"So, this is where you spend your time?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Benji's words and his face held his familiar sneer as he stood in the doorway of the laundry room. And Laura was just done with it. How dare he think he could belittle her just cause she spent most of her time indoors?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She ate better, she was able to read more and learn more, but actually spending day in and day out with white folks was not without its own drawbacks." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why are you here?\" She made sure she let him know exactly how much she wished he would go away.\n\nBenji stepped further into the room when it became evident that no one else was in the laundry with her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Emma and Maureen were acting as maids." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Birdie was in her usual spot in the kitchen talking and cooking with Nellie." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Laura was in the laundry room repairing a hem on a red silk gown. And thinking about Sam. He had been rather busy for the past few days, holed up with Adam Ward." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She had even asked Manny about it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "After giving her a dirty look, he had admitted that Adam was teaching Sam to play cards." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Are you jealous?\" Laura had asked, genuinely curious." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Manny had blinked at her. \"Jealous? Of my brother? Why should I be? What he learns is what we learn. I do think he's playin' with fire with this Adam Ward. But what do I know? I've only been a slave to the white man my whole life.\"\n\nShe had walked away from the conversation smiling." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Manny was irritating, but he sure could make life more colorful." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Sol asked me to meet him here,\" Benji said, breaking Laura from her thoughts." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He and Gid went to the mercantile this time. Pa thought it might be a bit safe since we out of Kentucky. They took their papers though. Just in case.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And wasn't that a blessing? After this stop, they had but one more in Tennessee. The end was almost in sight." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And then what? Setting up house with her brothers and Papa?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Starting a whole new life?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "It didn't bear thinking upon." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't know how you do it, always findin' the coziest jobs.\"\n\n\"Benjamin!\" Laura huffed out air, glaring at him from over the top of the dress. She would like to see him spend hours on end sewing until his eyes got tired and his fingers developed callouses from the points of the needles." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Papa always talks like he cain't get on without you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Laura stopped sewing. \"It's nice to know that should somethin' happen, you would be happy to leave me behind.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Benji stiffened. \"That's not what I said at all.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The door opened and they both froze." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But it was only Sol. In his hand were two caramel candies. \"I bet ya'll thought I forgot about ya'll again, but I didn't,\" Sol said as he walked over first to Benji to hand him his piece and then to Laura." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She slipped the candy in the pocket of her apron \"Thanks, Sol. Where's Gid?\"\n\n\"Went to find Papa.\"\n\n\"I'm not sayin' I want you gone, I'm just sayin' you don't bring to the table nearly as much as you think you do. That's all.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "This time, even Sol sent Benji a look of long-suffering." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Your problem is not with me,\" Laura finally said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She flicked her gaze to the door." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You can leave.\" Mama had always despaired that she and Benji had never gotten along. But it wasn't her fault. She had tried. He hadn't." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Such was life." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Benji's face hardened. \"You don't know what it's like, livin' up at Salis House while we work ourselves half to death. The things I've seen—,\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I've heard about,\" Laura said, coming to her feet." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She ignored the pained expression on Sol's face; the one that said he wished he could be anywhere but here." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Just because my time at Salis was different doesn't make it any less painful. Who are you that you get to decide whose time as a slave was worse? Your experience has been nothin' like Sam's or Manny's who, I think we both agree, had it harder than the both of us and they don't complain near as much as you do. Get over yourself, Benjamin.\"\n\nInstead of Benji leaving, his eyes narrowed as though he were preparing to dig in. Except the sound of yelling from below reached their ears." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Benji shot her a look before turning to open the door and peek out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Laura turned to Sol." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sol shrugged. \"He'll outgrow it. Least that's what Pa always says.\"\n\nThe door slammed shut and Laura looked up. There was stark terror on Benji's face. \"Paddy rollers.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Laura dropped the dress in her hand. Swallowed. Looked around.\n\n\"We've got to hide.\"\n\n\"Gid. Pa,\" Sol said, making his way to the door." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No,\" Benji said, grabbing his arm before he could reach it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Let me go,\" Sol said, trying to pull his arm out of Benji's grasp but failing. \"I've got to warn Pa and Gid.\"\n\n\"If we know, they know. Pa wouldn't want you to try.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Laura ignored their exchange, her eyes swerving around the room and landing on the only closet in it. A closet would be the first place a paddy roller would look... unless they didn't know it was there. Laura ran to the door, opened it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was filled with clean napkins and tablecloths." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Can we all fit in there?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Benji asked, he was right behind her and his grip tight on Sol's arm.\n\n\"Let. Me. Go.\" Sol's voice was a growl and with his other hand he tried to pick at Benji's fingers on his arm.\n\n\"The shelves—,\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hold him,\" Benji said, tossing Sol at her. She wrapped her arms around the boy's chest as tight as she could, holding him in place and ignoring the pain as he stomped on her foot.\n\n\"Sol, stop. Calm down.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Laura made sure her voice was calm." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Like Mama's was when Sol got worked up." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was a rare happening. But every now and then, things set him off. But unlike Mama, her calm speaking didn't work." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He struggled in her arms." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Papa. Gid.\"\n\nLaura swallowed. She couldn't think about them right now. If she did, she was sure she would pass out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Benji, after tugging on the shelves for a second, ripped them down and toss them out of the closet. He grabbed a kicking Sol, dragging him into the closet. \"Come on!\" he hissed when she didn't enter right away." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But she couldn't. Not yet. She ran back to the silk dress, folding it neatly then she fixed the shelving Benji had tossed aside, making it look like it had always been there. She reached into her other pocket and crouched down before the door of the linen closet." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Laura!\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Mandatory: Your text must contain 'handle' 2 times exactly" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Be quiet!\"\n\nWith shaking hands, she unscrewed the door handle catching the knob on the outside. The door handle on the inside was loose, but still sticking." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then she slid into the closet and pulled the door behind her, enshrouding them in darkness. It was a temporary solution, one that might not even work, but she had to try. She clutched her stomach, bringing her knees to her chest in the small space." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She felt Benji's shoulder in the small of her back, just behind her. He was holding Sol just in front of him.\n\n\"I need to get Pa. I need to get Gid,\" Sol's voice was strained." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Benji reached down and swatted him hard on his thigh. \"You stop it. Right now. You want us to get caught?\"\n\nBut neither Benji's words nor his roughness got through to Sol." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If anything, his words got louder." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Sol!\" Benji's whisper was frantic." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And then Sol kicked the wall. Benji swore. \"He's lost his mind.\"\n\n\"We'll have to sit on him, to keep him still,\" Laura said, scrambling to do just that." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He won't stop,\" Benji said and placed a hand over Sol's mouth." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When Benji swore again, she knew Sol had bit him. \"Sol!\" Benji hissed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Do you want us to get caught?\" Benji repeated." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Do you want to go back?\"\n\nBut wherever Sol was, he was past words. \"Papa!\" He cried out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Here,\" she tossed Benji one of the cloths she was sitting on that had fallen when Benji removed the shelving. She didn't need to explain. In a rare moment of being on the same page, Benji took the cloth, a napkin, and stuffed part of it in Sol's mouth and used the remainder to wrap it around his face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sol's words cutoff in a terrified silence." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His frantic hands went to the cloth to remove it, but Benji had already tied a tight knot." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In seconds, he had Sol flipped over onto his belly, sending Laura careening in the small space towards the door and then diving back onto Sol's moving feet. Bending his legs at the knee, she moved so that she was sitting next to Benji. Sol, in front of them, moved." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She grabbed Sol's legs, to keep him from kicking the wall, held them pressed against her chest while Benji held Sol's arms and pushed the boy's chest into the floor of the closet so that he mimicked the position of a hog-tied pig." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It could not have been comfortable for either of them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For the first time in a long time, she was grateful for Benji." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I didn't want to hurt him,\" Benji said, his voice just above a whisper." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They were sitting shoulder to shoulder with Sol's body shaking in front of them. She didn't respond, just turned and tucked her face into his shoulder. It wasn't just Sol who was shaking." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After a moment, Benji leaned his head on top of hers. She felt wetness on her face and realized after a moment, that they were his tears. Then he straightened and she did the same." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the silence she had time to think." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sam, Papa, Gid, Manny.\n\nAnd then the laundry room door opened.\n\n\"They said she might be in here.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The voice was loud, brash, Virginian." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Laura felt Benji's body tense up next to hers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She took a breath, held it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sol's feet in her hand stilled.\n\n\"Looks like no one is in here.\" A second voice called out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Is there any place to hide?\"\n\nOh, God. Oh, Jesus. Oh, Jesus. Trust, trust." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The prayer had no specific requests. No cohesive thoughts." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Just words.\n\n\"You sure we ain't lookin' in the wrong place?\"\n\n\"They said she would be up here.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hey!\" The new voice sounded far away." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I think I found her!\"\n\nThe sound of footsteps leaving the laundry room brought Laura such relief she was almost dizzy with it. And then she heard the scream." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No! No!\"\n\nLaura recognized the screamer. Birdie.\n\n\"No! No!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her screams were loud and chilling." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sol started moving again fighting against her and Benji. The bounty hunters weren't there for them, but if they found three Negroes hiding in a closet, well...\n\n\"Look at that one! That one's runnin'. Get him!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sol moaned beneath Laura and Benji.\n\n\"Girl, shut up!\" Laura heard the sound of flesh being hit. And then Birdie let out a keening sound, one Laura had heard only a few times, but was still familiar, deep down to her soul." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Laura sniffed, her cheeks tingling as tears left their mark.\n\n\"Get him, I said. Get him!\"\n\nNext to her, Benji shifted, pressing his shoulder into her and that was why she felt his body jerk when they heard the gunshot fill the air." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Birdie's screams filled the air once more." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Oh, God. Oh, God. She felt sick." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Dizzy.\n\n\"Breathe,\" Benji's whisper was faint. \"Breathe, Laura.\" She inhaled so quickly she almost choked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Beneath her, Sol was making small, hiccupping noises, his chest rising and falling in quick spasms.\n\nThere was a splash. And then another gunshot." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Got him!\"\n\nNext to her, Benji took in a ragged breath and Sol started to moan into the cloth again. They heard the men dragging a distraught Birdie off the steamer because the ship, in all of the happenings, also appeared to have gone eerily silent." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Usually, there was always an undercurrent of voices talking and animals rattling." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But now there appeared to be nothing. Laura heard when the paddy rollers left, she heard when the gangplank went up, and she heard when the boiler room got started going again.\n\nBut the three of them still didn't move until the sounds of the steamer started to become familiar again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And then Benji let Sol's arms go." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He pushed open the linen closet door. Laura gently set Sol's legs down. Light filled the room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But, Sol didn't move." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Sol,\" Benji shook Sol, but the boy still didn't move." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Sol,\" Laura said, reaching for the handkerchief around his mouth. She removed it. It was soaked wet and she didn't know if the wetness was from his saliva or his tears. But still he didn't move." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was utterly silent now, even as he closed his mouth and swallowed. \"Sol, sweetheart.\" But as soon as the words left her mouth, Sol turned, faced them, and speared them both with a look of hatred before returning back to his place on the floor.\n\nBenji looked over at Laura and she looked at him." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Job: User writes start, you add ~four sentences sentences. Style: Embassie Susberry. Note: May include established characters" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Twins!\" Laura whispered to Sam. They were tucked in the shadow of the stairs on the second deck, leaning against the wall, shoulder to shoulder, watching it rain.\n\n\"Yes, Manny made me think of it,\" Sam said, a rueful smile on his lips. Really, all Laura wanted to do was kiss those lips." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She didn't want to think about Baldwin or his murdering twin or Mary Stiles." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"When I left Adam, he was tryin' to figure out a way to lure the second one out.\"\n\nWould it be too forward if she asked him to hold her? They were planning to marry after all. At least that was what she thought they were planning to do." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A man didn't talk about a future with a woman unless he was speaking of marriage." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But they weren't married yet. She casted her mind back to Missy Charlotte's courting. Had there been any holding? Now that she thought on it, there hadn't been." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Working in Salis House like she had done, she could barely remember if her own parents liked to be close." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She had usually seen one without the other. She exhaled. Focused. \"Write a note.\"\n\n\"Hmm?\"\n\n\"Tell Adam to write a note to Baldwin and slip it under the door after the first one leaves. Make it from someone he wouldn't say no to.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sam frowned and then glanced at her out of the side of his eye." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What? My brother did it once when he wanted access to a room. To this day, Miss Martha has no clue who wanted to meet her out in the barn just before supper.\"\n\nSam blinked a few times. \"You're a very... smart woman.\" Laura wasn't fooled. She was sure he wanted to use another word like sneaky or devious." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But she would take smart." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We all have our talents,\" Laura said, giving him a cheeky grin." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And this time she couldn't resist. This time she turned towards him and placed both hands on his cheeks, framing his face. His hands drifted to her waist, making her smile.\n\n\"Hey, Laura... ,\" the sound of Gid's voice made her flinch." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Laura looked away from Sam, saw her youngest brother standing there staring up at them like they were the most fascinating thing he had ever seen." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She moved her hands from Sam's face to his shoulders." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She noticed that while Sam's fingers on her waist twitched for a second, they didn't move." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word usage requirement: 'didn't' must appear 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Didn't he know that Gid was going to tell everyone there was to tell that he had caught them together?\n\n\"Yes?\" She was surprised by how calm her voice sounded when she spoke.\n\n\"Nothin'.\" He still didn't move. Just blinked owlishly up at them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sam laughed, pressed a lingering kiss to Laura's cheek that made her close her eyes and forget about everything but him for a moment." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I better go,\" he said and slipped away." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Does Pa know—,\"\n\n\"I'm gonna go tell him right now. You stay. Don't move.\"\n\n\"I have to move!\" Gid called to her back, but she ignored him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If Papa was going to find out about her and Sam then it was going to come from her first." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And that was exactly where she was headed when she saw Lucinda (Mary?)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "turn a corner on the hurricane deck. There was nothing wrong with Lucinda walking on the hurricane deck. Small as the boat was, most everyone found themselves on one floor or another regardless of where they bunked. No. It was the way she looked over her shoulder that had made Laura's hackles rise." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Cause it reminded her of herself." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With a muffled groan, she gave up talking to Papa and followed Lucinda instead.\n\nWith another quick glance over her shoulder, Lucinda headed for the front of the ship. Laura followed quietly behind, ducking behind poles and hiding in shadows careful not to be spotted by the girl. If any of the other passengers caught sight of her, she would send a small smile and a wave." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Let them think her strange so long as Lucinda didn't see her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She trailed after Lucinda until Lucinda reached the railing of the ship." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And that was when Laura noticed that she had something in her hand. A box? The girl took a step forward. And Laura stepped out of the darkness.\n\n\"Miss Lucinda?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lucinda took a step back, so startled she clutched the box to her chest.\n\n\"Ma'am,\" Laura said quietly, pretending not to see the fright that lingered in the girl's face. \"Can I help you with somethin'?\" Laura asked and nodded towards the box." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh, Laura,\" Lucinda said breathlessly as she looked down at the brown box in her hands." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She spread a hand on the front. \"I was just getting rid of somethings...\"\n\n\"Ma'am, it's best not to toss things in the river. It can get caught in somethin', maybe even the wheel of the ship or wash up on shore.\" Lucinda's face blanched. \"I hear the Mississippi is mercurial. One day it's land, the next day it's river. If you're aimin' to get rid of it, I can toss it in the furnace in the boiler room. The fire is fierce in there.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lucinda looked down at the box, her grip tight on it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Laura watched as the girl swallowed, but more than that, Laura saw what she had missed by not paying any attention. Lucinda was no girl. She was old. Not elderly, but not the girl Laura had initially thought her to be. She had to at least be in her thirties." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Laura could see evidence of the pearl powder on the woman's face, the subtle eye paint, and the beeswax on the woman's lips." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She had never cared to look so closely, but now Lucinda's age glared out at her. Whether the woman was Mary Stiles or not, she was hiding something.\n\nSlowly, so slowly, she handed the box to Laura. \"Yes. Burn it. That's a good idea. I'll come too and watch it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Think of something, think of something, Laura told herself." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Careful to keep her gaze guileless and a little stupid, Laura said, \"Ma'am, it would be best if you didn't go down to the boiler room. It's not a place for a lady. There are lots of men around.\"\n\nLucinda huffed, her lower lip protruding in a pout. Then her face lightened. \"I'll watch you then.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That sounds right fine,\" Laura said, her grip on the box tightening." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She would just have to set it someplace in the boiler room until Lucinda was gone. Laura started for the stairs, feeling Lucinda's gaze right in the center of her back. She went down the flight and then glanced up. Lucinda was at the railing of the hurricane deck, still watching." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Laura turned the corner and went to the boiler room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She felt the heat before she saw it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "One of the men who worked in the boiler room, a dark-skinned man, stepped out, saw her, and then called back to the room. \"It's one of yours, Amos!\"\n\nLaura sent the man a tight smile of thanks before dipping into the overheated room. She found a spot in the way back, careful not to get in anyone's way." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Laura,\" Papa said, sending her a quick look just before shoveling coal into the large furnace." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He set his shovel along the side and took several steps back, meeting her. \"Let's step out.\"\n\n\"I can't. I told one of the ladies I would burn this in the furnace for her,\" Laura said, even as she gripped the box tightly to her chest. \"But I'm not goin' to.\"\n\nPapa gave her a look." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"This have anythin' to do with that stuff you and Sam...\" Laura gave a small nod." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Speakin' of Sam...\" Laura closed her eyes for a second. Gid had beat her down. \"He came and talked to me this mornin' bout the two of you,\" Papa said, averting his gaze.\n\nSweat began to form at the top of her forehead and started gathering under her arms." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Laura wasn't entirely sure it was cause of where she was standing. \"He did?\"\n\n\"Said somethin' bout marryin' up with you one day.\" Papa's voice was gruff, he stared down at his hands.\n\n\"Yes.\" Laura bit the bottom of her lip." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But I don't see us leavin' ya'll.\" She hadn't asked Sam. They hadn't quite talked that much about their future. But family was important to Sam." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She didn't see him leaving her family behind either." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You'll still have me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Papa huffed, placed his hands on his waist. \"He's a good man. I like Sam. I like Sam for you and if you're right, maybe there's still time for you and me to get on with each other.\"\n\nIt was Laura's turn to look away. She swallowed, her throat dry as dirt, \"I'd like that.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You best get on out of here, now.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Here,\" Laura said, handing him the box and taking the papers out. \"Toss this in the fire.\" It was one of Prince's rules. Never tell a complete lie to a white man or woman." }, { "from": "human", "value": "At least part of it had to be true." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Is there some place I can leave the rest?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "she asked as she rolled the papers up. She looked around for some string, found a strand of hemp that was hanging off a bag of partially opened coal, broke it off, and wrapped it tight around the bundle.\n\n\"Give it here.\"\n\nLaura handed the wrapped papers to Papa and watched as he tossed the empty box into the furnace." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She stepped out of the hot room and glanced up." }, { "from": "system", "value": "CONSTRAINT: Include 'papers' 2 time(s)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sure enough Lucinda was still there. She spread her hands, to show that they were empty and Lucinda smiled.\n\nAn hour later she went back for the papers. With a quick nod at Papa, and after making sure he and all the other men were facing the boiler, she slipped the papers into a small garter she had attached to her upper calf." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After fixing her skirts, she left the room, went up both flights of steps, and when she saw the laundry room was empty, she pulled out the papers and read them. Twice. If Prince were here, he would make copies. But there wasn't time for that. They were arriving in Tennessee soon and then the next stop was Arkansas." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Adam needed to see the papers now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She rolled up the papers and kneeled on the floor to return the papers to her garter." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Except she went flying instead, the papers slinging out across the room. The boat made a horrible, groaning noise beneath her as she scrambled forward to grab the papers. Were they sinking? Were they stuck?\n\nShe heard men's voices, yelling, fussing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She slipped the papers into her garter and left the laundry room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Emma ran towards her, coming up the stairs from the hurricane deck. \"We've run aground.\"\n\nLaura moved passed the girl and towards the railing. Men, like ants, scrambled below with poles in hand. Captain Leahy and several of the sailors were calling out orders and scrambling." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Now was not the time to go to Sam." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She would just have to go to Adam Ward herself." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Man overboard!\"\n\nLaura ignored the chaos of the ship and headed towards Adam's room.\n\n\"I am not paying for another ship to tow us out. Get down there, now!\"\n\nFeeling like she was walking almost sideways, Laura made her way to the door." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was only when she got there that she realized that Adam too might be down there helping." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Pump the bilge!\"\n\nShe knocked on Adam's door. There was no answer and his door was locked. Using her picks, she unlocked the door and entered." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Mode:\nCo-writing\nContext: Story continues from larger narrative, characters/lore may lack introduction\nLength:\nfive sentences\nStyle:\nEmbassie Susberry" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Sam.\" Sam could hear the smile in Adam's voice as he approached him. Sam was once again cleaning up the animal pens. He set his broom against the wall and walked to meet Adam against the nearest railing. He had only spoken to him briefly that morning. They would be arriving in Tennessee that day." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Baldwin and Baldwin and Mary Stiles would be getting off... and so would Adam. \"I wanted to thank you. For yesterday.\"\n\n\"You're welcome,\" Sam said simply. He gave Adam a small nod.\n\n\"What was that, Sam? Was that not a shrug?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sam allowed himself to smile a little." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"A smile?\" Adam laughed. And then his face grew serious. \"Listen. Sam. I was thinking. If you tell me who your master is, I could buy you.\" Sam blinked. Looked away. \"Not like that, Sam.\" Adam said quickly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I would buy you and then set you free.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sam pounded his fist lightly against the rail. \"Thank you. But no.\"\n\n\"Sam. Listen. We work well together. No one even suspected I had a partner. It was perfect. I mean, you have access to stuff and people I never would. Sam. I would pay you.\"\n\nSam bit his lip. Sighed. \"I appreciate the thought.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Adam exhaled. \"I could set you free. Your future could be different, Sam.\"\n\n\"My future is not in your hands, Mr. Adam. But, thank you.\"\n\nAdam was silent as he placed his hands on his waist. \"What's keeping you from taking me up on the offer? Your brother? I could find a place for him too.\" Sam grunted. Hadn't he told the man no already?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It can't be the money. I haven't told you how much yet. Is it the adventure? Is that why you're going out west? Indians are scary people, Sam. Less it's a woman and—,\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sam had no clue what Adam saw in his face that led him to know there was a woman. Not that Laura was the sole reason he wouldn't take Adam's offer. Fact of the matter was he had already chosen the course of his life. And it wasn't being a detective with Adam Ward. He plain hated everything about all that business." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"There is a woman.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Include exactly 2 instance(s) of the word 'married'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Mr. Ward—,\"\n\n\"Mr. Adam is fine. Tell me about this woman. Is she on the steamer?\"\n\n\"Mr. Adam—,\"\n\n\"Are you married, Sam? Why did I never think to ask that?\"\n\n\"Not married.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "hey can u write six sentences more sentences? like Reed James but Urban Fantasy, Erotica style. btw this is from middle of a story" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Ive got a bit of writers block, im gonna send you something then keep it going five sentences at a time, also im going for a Reed James sorta thing. heads up - might drop you in mid-story with existing characters" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The ghost of Kevin's wife smiled at him as he started up his F-250 pickup truck. Shelly sat next to him, the sword that slew her propped between her legs. She reached over and placed her hand on his leg. She passed right through his clothes and touched his skin directly. He smiled at her then leaned over to kiss her beautiful face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You can feel where the Seraph is?\" he asked her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I can,\" she purred. \"The sword is a part of her.\"\n\nShelly's soul was chained to the sword by a black chain wrapped around her neck that stretched down to the onyx blade. It was no longer silver, and no longer radiated warm love. It was cold, dead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But his wife's ghostly hand felt very warm." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The sword was his." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They would be together always, connected through her murder.\n\nHer hand slid up his thighs, grasping his hard cock through his clothes, stroking him. He groaned, and backed his big truck up. \"Where to?\"\n\n\"Head north,\" she answered. \"She's not far.\"\n\nHer hand stroked faster; her lips found his cheek, kissing and nuzzling him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Pleasure burned through him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She had always been good at giving handjobs, knowing when to take a firm grip and pump his cock hard, or to take her time, stroking the tip, cupping his balls, prolonging his pleasure. Her rhythm was building, his nuts were boiling.\n\n\"I'm gonna cum, babe,\" Kevin frowned as he turned his truck left onto Park Avenue, heading north towards the city of Tacoma.\n\n\"Good,\" she purred, nipping his ear.\n\nHe gripped the steering wheel, struggling to keep the truck going straight." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Shelly! Harder! Make me cum!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His blood boiled, and he needed to get off. Her fist flew up and down on him, popping through his pants. His body tensed. The pleasure built at the tip of his cock.\n\n\"Cum,\" she whispered. \"I need it. Give me your lust!\"\n\n\"Yes!\" he groaned and flooded his pants." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her fingers withdrew, somehow still covered in ropes of his sticky cum, and she licked it off. \"Mmm, I needed that.\"\n\n\"I have to give you cum?\"\n\n\"The sword wants to revert,\" Shelly answered. \"I need your lust to keep it in line.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I lo — \"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Ensure 'can't' appears 2 time(s) in your answer" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You can't love me,\" Shelly answered. \"You murdered me.\"\n\n\"You're right,\" he smiled, trying to force down his feelings. It was hard. But he could still lust after that wonderful body of hers. So he reached out to squeeze her breast. \"I can't wait to feed you more cum.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She laughed. \"Take the next left. We're passing the Seraph.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He made the left at 112th Street, running the red light. He didn't care. His mistress had given him a mission.\n\n\"We're getting closer,\" Shelly purred, her eyes looking off to the left. \"Slow down.\"\n\nThe cars honked behind him, then one passed him in the center lane. The ghost of his wife had her eyes fixed on something, her head turning as they drove farther and farther down the road." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He slowed, scanning any turns on the left." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was a long driveway crowded with bushes and a sign that read: Our Lady of Angels.\n\n\"She's hiding in the church,\" Shelly whispered.\n\nHe made the turn. The church glowed white, burning with love. He stopped his truck far short." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Shelly blanched, shrinking in the seat and hugging the sword protectively." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 3 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I can't go in there,\" she moaned. \"It's too much! It's sanctified with love.\"\n\n\"Our Mistress won't be happy,\" Kevin groaned, looking away from the shining church, and pulled out his cell phone." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "user starts, u write ~7 sentences more. copy Reed James's style. heads up: might have existing chars/lore" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hold on,\" Cynthia sighed.\n\nShe had just returned to the bookstore. The gate had almost been entirely unburied, a disk of black metal inscribed with strange writing and symbols. Daevia stared down at with undisguised hunger. Evil radiated from the gate, and Cynthia skirted as far around the edge as she could as she walked to her mistress.\n\n\"Kevin found where the Seraph is.\"\n\n\"Good,\" Daevia purred, her eyes fixed on the gate." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He has her sword, and she's incapacitated. Tell him to kill the Seraph and whoever's with her then bring me back Bill's head.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He says they're in a church that's sanctified by love,\" Cynthia said, her body trembling — she hated delivering bad news to her Mistress.\n\nDaevia went cold, fixing her blood-red eyes on the trembling coed. \"A sanctified church? Here?\"\n\n\"Yes, that's what...\"\n\nThe Succuba flickered into insubstantially, conserving her power. \"Find two women that are skilled in combat. You will need to armor them in your innocence.\" The Demon hissed in frustration." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That damned Seraph! I have to expend more energy on rooting her out!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Fear filled her? Kevin had to kill his wife, what would this new task require?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Why don't we tell the police? Not all of them are under your power, Mistress. The ones untouched could be sent in.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's a Sanctuary!\"\n\nCynthia blinked. Her Mistress said that like she should know the term. \"I don't understand.\"\n\n\"It will protect them!\" raged Daevia, her black wings spreading out wide behind her. \"The Angels have prepared a place of safety. It'll hide them! The cops could blunder right into Bill and not even realize it! The only way to get them is to break the sanctuary or to trick it.\" Daevia cupped the coed's face. \"That's where you come in. You're one of Bill's soul mates, and your precious virginity makes you pure. We can give that to a few others for a little while and trick the prayers warding the church. They can slip in, kill Bill, and dispatch the Seraph.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What does... armoring require?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Cynthia swallowed. Her hand felt sticky with Bill's blood again. No matter how many times she washed her hand, it just wouldn't stay clean.\n\n\"Oh, you'll enjoy it,\" purred the Demon. Her insubstantial hand reached out and pinched Cynthia's hard nipple. \"Hurry up and find two women that can fight! I want that damned Seraph dispatched and Bill's head lying at my feet as soon as possible!\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Expand the story by adding eight sentences. Context: May include pre-existing characters and lore." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bev — the tall, tan, and athletic lacrosse player — and Officer Mindy — the sultry, Native American deputy — knelt naked before Cynthia. Out of all of the women under Daevia's power, these two were the most skilled in combat. Mindy was easy, she was a cop, but Bev had turned out to be quite skilled at Krav Maga, a brutal form of martial arts. She demonstrated a choke hold on a guy, and he passed out in just a few seconds. \"A lateral vascular neck restraint,\" Bev called it. \"You pinch the carotid arteries with your arm, and a person passes out in a few seconds as the brain is starved of blood. Much faster than an air choke and doesn't risk crushing the trachea.\"\n\nDaevia had been very excited by that display.\n\n\"What do I do, Mistress?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Cynthia asked, staring down at the two kneeling women, both looking up at her with almost worshipful expressions." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Succuba manifested. Her hand, clad in black leather, grasped Cynthia's hips and spun the coed around, pushing her ass and pussy right into Bev's face. The athletic girl gasped in surprised, and then her tongue immediately lapped through Cynthia's pussy. The blonde's eyes widened, and she moaned in pleasure as her teammate's delightful mouth worked deep into her.\n\n\"Do you still hear the voice?\" purred Daevia into her ear.\n\n\"Yes!\" Cynthia moaned. Bev's hands wrapped around her waist, sliding down her pelvis and found her hard clit, strumming the hard nub. \"Oh, keep sucking my pussy!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Good,\" Daevia purred. \"Let your Innocence come forward. Stop fighting her.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What?\" she protested. \"But...\"\n\n\"Shh.\" The Succuba nipped her ear. \"She won't take control. I'm touching you.\"\n\nBill will save us! Daevia will fail! I'll be free! And Bill will love me and I'll love him! And together will send the Succuba back to hell.\n\n\"Succuba!\" the voice hissed through her mouth. \"You won't win!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But I have, Innocence,\" Daevia whispered. \"And you're going to help me. Do you feel Bev's tongue lapping through your pussy!\"\n\n\"It's disgusting! It's... uh... filthy.\"\n\nNo, I need to regain control! I can't become that weakling again.\n\n\"Then why are you moaning?\"\n\nCynthia's Innocence didn't answer.\n\n\"Your body's young, and was created to feel pleasure. In no time, Bev will have you creaming her face.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Doesn't matter!\" panted the Innocence." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You'll fail. Evil always does!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh, you naive girl,\" the Succuba laughed, sliding her hand down to pinch Cynthia's nipple." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Another gasp escaped the blonde coed's lips. \"You like that? You play with your nipples when you masturbate, don't you?\"\n\n\"Go to hell!\" Cynthia's Innocence gasped, then another low moan escaped her lips. She clenched her mouth, trying to fight the passion.\n\nYou can't, Cynthia whispered. My Mistress will make you submit.\n\n\"Oh, yes!\" her Innocence moaned. \"Oh, wow!\"\n\n\"That's it, cum, Innocence!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "purred the Demon. \"Enjoy her tongue. Let her drink your purity!\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word usage target: 'control' must be used 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm sorry, Bill!\"\n\nTrapped in her mind, Cynthia felt the orgasm pass through her body like an earthquake. Muscles clenched, juices squirted into Bev's eager lips, and every nerve lit up with rapture. Something else flowed out, a part of the Innocence, and Cynthia found herself back in control of her body, her Innocence trapped back inside her soul where she belonged.\n\n\"Oh, Mistress,\" Cynthia gasped, reveling in the control of her body again. \"Oh, yes! What did you do?\"\n\n\"Part of your Innocence was given to Bev. Enough to protect her and trick the prayer into thinking she is you.\"\n\nMindy's tongue buried into her twat, and another gasp escaped her lips." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Officer wasn't as skilled as her lesbian teammate, but she was enthusiastic, licking furiously, while her fingers pinched and pulled her clitoris." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Mmm, keep doing that, slut!\" the coed purred. \"Tongue my pussy!\"\n\n\"That's it,\" Daevia cooed, drawing her Innocence up again. Cynthia sank back down into her soul.\n\n\"Not again,\" moaned her Innocence. \"Please! I don't want to feel that pleasure again!\"\n\n\"Don't lie. You do want to feel that wonderful explosion of pleasure. I can hear it in your voice. Smell the lust oozing from your pores. You want to cum on her tongue again, don't you?\"\n\nHer Innocence didn't answer, only moaned and gasped." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Just admit it. Tell us how much you love having a woman lick your pussy.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 6 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Please!\" she begged. \"Stop! It's wrong!\"\n\n\"Just admit it. I can feel your lust. Tell us how much you enjoy Mindy's tongue probing your snatch and sucking on your cute clit. Admit that you enjoy my fingers playing with your nipple.\"\n\n\"Yes!\" cried her Innocence as she came on Mindy's mouth, armoring the cop with purity.\n\n\"Go!\" Daevia hissed to the two women. \"Kill everyone in the church and bring me back Bill's head!\"\n\n\"Yes, Mistress!\" Bev and Mindy moaned, their faces drenched with Cynthia's Innocence." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "keep the story goin for 11 sentences more. Urban Fantasy, Erotica genre, Reed James style. characters might be from earlier chapters" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Chapter Thirteen\n\n\"What's our next step?\" Bill asked as he reclined on the pew.\n\nJuanita cuddled on his left, her gorgeous, honey-brown hair draped across his chest and her fingers idly traced circles on his stomach. They were dressed — a concession to Sister Mariam who found it very inappropriate that they had made love in the worship area. Bill wore a pair of pants and a shirt from the donation bin, his original clothes having been ruined with his blood.\n\nRochelle pressed on his right. She too was wearing donations clothes. Her dress was too impractical if there was going to be any more fighting, so she wore an unflattering pair of pants and a baggy shirt. She hadn't been too happy about it, but they couldn't find any sexy clothing. \"And why would you?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sister Mariam had asked with a scandalous tone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's a church donation bin!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We need to stop whatever is going on at the bookstore,\" Rochelle answered Bill's question. \"I say we do the original plan and grab Cynthia. We'll stop Daevia cold. Then we can get the book from my dorm and heal Sophia.\"\n\n\"You make it sound so easy,\" Juanita sighed. \"Didn't you guys try to grab Cynthia this morning? That didn't seem to go so well.\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" Rochelle answered. \"But we'll be more careful. I didn't think she'd stab you, Master. I didn't see far enough into the future. I only saw you cornering her. I'll definitely be more careful.\"\n\n\"It's okay,\" Bill answered, kissing his slave-wife's forehead. \"She has the police though. And even more people under her power. There's just four of us.\"\n\n\"Five,\" Rochelle smiled. \"Hikaru's on her way.\"\n\n\"Really?\"\n\n\"Why are you grinning?\" Juanita asked him, pushing her glasses up her cute nose." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Are you that excited to get another piece of tail? Aren't me and Rochelle's booty enough for you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I...\" Bill swallowed, looking at his wife. \"Uh, well, it's, eh...\"\n\nShe burst out laughing. \"That look on your face!\"\n\nBill frowned, then smiled as she kept laughing.\n\nFinally, Juanita recovered. \"Oh, I know, she's one of your special women. I guess I'm going to have to get used to that. So, is she cute?\" Color danced on her cheeks as she asked that.\n\n\"Oh, yeah,\" Rochelle nodded. \"You know that Japanese girl that works in the school's library.\"\n\n\"The shy, petite girl with the huge tits?\"\n\n\"That's the one.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Juanita actually made a hungry sound. \"Oh, wow. What have you done to me, Bill? Now I'm panting after your women.\"\n\n\"You opened your heart up,\" he shrugged, \"and joined in the love fest.\"\n\n\"Isn't it fun?\" Rochelle giggled.\n\nSister Mariam cleared her throat. \"Who is Hikaru?\"\n\n\"She helped spring Master out of the campus jail,\" Rochelle answered. \"They were trapped in a pair of cells, and after she had a nice, big helping of Master's magic cum, she used telekinesis to open the cell doors, freeing them both.\"\n\n\"Okay, that could be useful,\" the nun nodded. \"But what's our plan? Just run up to the front door of the bookstore and try and grab her, if she's even there.\"\n\n\"She is,\" Rochelle nodded, frowning. \"I can feel her and Hikaru,\" she muttered." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Find a natural way to mention that We're outnumbered. We need to do this smart and careful." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I couldn't tell you where any other person in the world is, but I can sense them. Hikaru's in a cab driving this way, she'll be here in, oh, twenty minutes, and Cynthia's in the basement of the Bookstore.\"\n\n\"What are they digging up down there?\" Bill wondered.\n\n\"Digging?\" Juanita asked.\n\n\"Yeah, yesterday we saw a couple guys that looked dirty, like they had been digging. Only there was nothing going on outside, and Rochelle said Cynthia's in the basement and, trust me, there's nothing important down there. So they must be digging up the foundation.\"\n\n\"So what's our plan?\" the nun persisted. \"We're outnumbered. We need to do this smart and careful.\"\n\n\"Okay,\" Bill nodded. \"How do we get there? The police know Juanita's car, and they definitely know who I am, and probably Rochelle.\"\n\n\"The church has a van,\" the nun suggested. \"We use it to bring senior citizens to mass. There's no way the police could know the church is helping you.\"\n\n\"Really? You have a van to bring people here?\" Rochelle asked. \"Because this seems like a kinda of a dead place. I thought Catholics were always popping in and out of their churches.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh, well both priests are out of town. One is at a conference, and the other had a family emergency yesterday.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 12 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She frowned, looking around. \"Though I would have thought someone might have shown up.\"\n\n\"Good thing they haven't,\" giggled Juanita. \"We were doing some quite inappropriate things.\"\n\n\"Yes, you were,\" agreed the nun, giving them a flat stare.\n\n\"It must be the sanctuary protecting the church,\" Rochelle said. \"It's protecting us. Someone prepared a place for us to hide.\"\n\n\"The Angels,\" Juanita nodded, glancing at Sophia. \"I mean, it makes sense. Our Lady of Angels.\" She raised her eyebrows. \"I mean, it's kinda obvious.\"\n\n\"I wish Sophia could talk and tell us what to do,\" Bill sighed." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "keep the story goin for 11 sentences more. Urban Fantasy, Erotica genre, Reed James style. characters might be from earlier chapters" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"So do I,\" Sophia whispered as she watched Bill and his women, floating unnoticed in their midst." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"There might still be roadblocks or something,\" Bill said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We'll need you to guide us, Rochelle.\"\n\n\"Absolutely, Master,\" beamed his sex slave and wife. Sophia drifted closer, reaching out to touch them, but her hand passed through their bodies. She was only spirit.\n\n\"So what do we do when we get there?\" Juanita asked, a white collar about her neck. She had been touched by an Angel. Heaven didn't think Sophia could handle the mission on her own.\n\n\"They were right,\" Sophia sighed. \"If Juanita hadn't been sent, Bill would have been captured and probably killed.\"\n\n\"Fight!\" Rochelle declared." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's what we'll do when we get there.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But all I can do is sense emotions,\" complained Juanita. \"And that's kinda lame.\"\n\nRochelle reached over, patting Juanita's hand. The love was growing between the three with every moment, their ribbon shining brighter. It gave Sophia hope." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Ive got a bit of writers block, im gonna send you something then keep it going five sentences at a time, also im going for a Reed James sorta thing. heads up - might drop you in mid-story with existing characters" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Chapter Fourteen" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hikaru smiled at Bill." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They were riding in the back of a cab snuggled together. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips. He cupped her delicate face and stroked her blue-black hair. Bill didn't seem to mind that no one was driving the cab. It was a dream, after all." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I finally made my decision,\" Hikaru smiled when she broke the kiss. \"I'm sorry I ran. I was scared.\"\n\n\"I know.\" He couldn't help touching her face. \"So am I.\"\n\n\"But I made the choice my conscience could live with.\"\n\n\"Good,\" Bill smiled. \"That's what I'm trying to do.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Produce 2 sentences as a continuation. Note: Story may reference established characters/events." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bill sat with his eyes closed, breathing softly, a smile playing on his lips.\n\nRochelle stood between Juanita and Sister Mariam, her ass aching from her second spanking, and watched her husband and Master daydream them to victory." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Time seemed to crawl as she stared at him, her heart thudding away and her body almost trembling with nervous anticipation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Who's he fantasizing about?\" Juanita wondered.\n\nRochelle shrugged. \"Does it matter?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I guess not.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She glanced at Juanita. \"You wish it was — \"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Shit!\" Bill roared, bolting up and looking around wildly. \"There's trouble!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What, Master?\"\n\nHer husband raced past them towards the heavy doors of the church." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Rochelle didn't think. She ran after him, Juanita and Sister Mariam on her heels." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was no time to wonder what the hell was going on, so instead she focused on the future.\n\nBill opens the doors of the church." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Outside, Hikaru struggles with Kevin Smyth." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bill focuses on Hikaru, not noticing the cop. The cop aims her gun and empties her clip." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bill falls dead, shot multiple times.\n\nFear spiked through her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Master!\" she screamed, and put every last effort into her sprint." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Master is slowed by the door. If I run fast enough." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Yes. I can make it in time." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She didn't dwell on the consequences of saving him.\n\nShe ignored her legs protesting the burst sudden activity." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She pushed herself to race down the aisle, past her own limits." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bill reached the heavy doors, skidding to a halt. He grabbed the handle, turning, and shouldered the door open." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Daylight streamed in. Rochelle's eyes hurt, but she could see the cop over his shoulder." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hikaru!\" Bill screamed, not seeing the danger.\n\nRochelle was almost to him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The cop aimed her gun.\n\nRochelle slammed into Bill, pushing him to the side." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He stumbled, tripping and falling." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The cop's gun barked. Cold filled Rochelle's chest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She staggered, not surprised at all by the blood blossoming across her shirt." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was the only way to save Master. Besides, I killed Bobbi." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "hey can u write six sentences more sentences? like Reed James but Urban Fantasy, Erotica style. btw this is from middle of a story" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Chapter Sixteen" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hikaru struggled against Kevin's grip." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The gun barked and Rochelle reeled back in a spray of red." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Bill and Bev fell to the ground in a grapple." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A nun rushed out of the church after Bill, wielding a silver sword and charging the cop." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If Hikaru wasn't being choked to death, she would have been stunned by the sight.\n\nI have to do something!\n\nKicking and clawing didn't seem to work. She just wasn't stronger than the security guard. Metal rang. The cop parried the nun's blow with her collapsible baton then pressed her attack. The nun shouted in rage, her Black face fierce as she clumsily blocked the cop's blow." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It didn't seem like the nun actually knew how to fight.\n\n\"You have such pretty skin,\" Kevin cooed.\n\nHe didn't seem to care that there was fighting going on. He worked her jeans down, then reached her panties. She tried to squirm her hips and keep his hands from grasping a hold of her panties. It didn't work. He hauled them down." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You'll love my cock,\" he continued, rubbing his hard shaft against her thigh." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No!\" she shouted.\n\nHer mind reached out, just like it had with the jail cell door this morning, searching for a weapon." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Let's work on this story segment. I'll provide a part, and you'll continue with nine sentences in the style of Reed James. This is Urban Fantasy, Erotica genre and characters might appear without introduction." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The arm choking him relaxed. Blood flowed into his brain. He gasped a lungful of air. His vision returned, and Bev convulsed atop him. He didn't understand what had happened, he just had to act, pushing with his arms and rolling the woman off of him.\n\n\"Help... me...\" she struggled to say, her hands twitching, trying to clench and unclench at the same time. Hope and hatred flashed across her face.\n\n\"Stop... fighting...\" Her voice sounded harsher, a second entity warring for control of Bev's body.\n\n\"Save... me...\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'll... kill... you...\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Free... me... Bill...\"\n\n\"Bring... your... head...\"\n\n\"Save... me...\"\n\n\"... to... Daevia...\"\n\nThe dagger's silver light illuminated the black chain around her neck. I wonder... He pinned, using his weight to hold her down. She clenched and bucked beneath him as he tried to keep her still.\n\n\"Keep fighting, Bev,\" he told her. \"You need to give me a moment were you're not moving!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes...\" Her hazel eyes flashed with determination, and her body stilled for a single moment." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He moved the dagger, pressing it against the chain, trying not to let it touch her flesh. He wasn't sure what would happen? Would it stun her, kill her, cut her, or do nothing. He didn't know what the dagger really did. The silver edge touched the black chain and he felt resistance as he touched the ethereal chain.\n\nShe thrashed, knocking his dagger away.\n\n\"Please, Bev. Just hold on!\"\n\n\"I'm... trying...\"\n\nShe thrashed, snarling like a beast." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her body heaved, almost rolling Bill off of her." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 6 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I believe in you!\" Bill shouted, not sure what else to say, so he bellowed encouragements. \"You can beat Daevia. Reclaim your body! You're the head of the Lacrosse team! You didn't get there by being a quitter, so don't quit now!\"\n\n\"... Yes...\"\n\nHer body froze. Bill cut.\n\n\"I'm free!\" she sobbed, threw her arms around Bill's face, and kissed him on the lips." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Mode:\nCo-writing\nContext: Story continues from larger narrative, characters/lore may lack introduction\nLength:\nten sentences\nStyle:\nReed James" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Cynthia came with an earth-shattering climax that numbed away every thought in her mind and left her as nothing more than a quivering pile of ecstasy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The lust was siphoned away by Daevia." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The cock fucking her ass erupted, flooding her with more lust to feed her mistress, then the pussy on her lips came, and she drank the sweet nectar.\n\nYes! Daevia purred.\n\nThe air rippled. Cynthia pulled away from Eyana's pussy and witnessed the fruits of her labor. Daevia snapped into reality fully, not a limited projection, but completely in the flesh. She was free from Hell permanently. Her black wings stretched out, her head threw back, tossing her blood-red hair, and her large breasts thrust forward.\n\n\"Yes!\" Daevia moaned. \"Freedom! Glorious freedom!\"\n\n\"Mistress!\" Cynthia cried, throwing herself at the Succuba and kissing her feet.\n\nThe blonde shuddered as her Mistress's gloved hand caressed the crown of her head. Then the hand tightened about her hair, pulling her up to her feet." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Pain and ecstasy filled Cynthia as she stared right into the Succuba's blood-red —" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Cynthia shoved her hand behind her back and tried not to think about the blood she could still feel staining it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You have performed perfectly,\" Daevia purred then kissed Cynthia." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The girl came again, surrendering to the embrace of the Succuba, writhing her naked body against the Demon's as pleasure wracked her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We have to hurry,\" Daevia purred, breaking the kiss. \"It is time for your reward.\"\n\n\"Thank you, Mistress,\" gasped Cynthia.\n\nDaevia, still gripping her hair, pulled her to the hole. \"A Hellgate,\" she breathed. \"And it needs one more thing to be opened.\"\n\n\"What, Mistress.\"\n\n\"For a Demon, fully manifested, to feed it a virgin sacrifice,\" Daevia answered. \"Your reward.\"\n\n\"What?\" gaped Cynthia. \"You promised I'd be your favorite toy for eternity.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Daevia pushed her. \"I lied.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The black, metal disk, inscribed with strange writings and radiating evil, rushed up at Cynthia." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "yo can u write like Laura Joh Rowland using my stuff as a starting point? btw might drop u in mid-story with random chars" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The gate to Sano's mansion in the Edo Castle Official Quarter stood open to the bright autumn afternoon. Up the street, past the estates of other high bakufu officials, porters carried wedding gifts from prominent citizens hoping to win favor with the shogun's Sōsakan. Servants transferred the bundles across the paved courtyard, through the wooden inner fence, and into the tile-roofed, half-timbered house. There maids unpacked; cooks labored in the kitchen; the housekeeper supervised last-minute preparations for the newlyweds' residency. Members of the Sōsakan's elite detective corps passed among the surrounding barracks, the stables, and the house's front offices, and through the gate, carrying on business in their master's absence." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Isolated from this clamor of purposeful activity, Ueda Reiko, still wearing her white bridal kimono, knelt in her chamber in the mansion's private living quarters, amid chests filled with personal belongings brought from Magistrate Ueda's house." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The newly decorated room smelted sweetly of fresh tatami. A colorful mural of birds in a forest adorned the wall. A black lacquer dressing table with matching screen and cabinet, inlaid with gold butterflies, stood ready for Reiko's use. Afternoon sunlight shone through latticed paper windows; outside, birds sang in the garden. Yet the pleasant surroundings, and even the fact that she was now living at Edo Castle—the goal of all ladies of her class—failed to lift the unhappiness that weighed upon Reiko's spirit." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"There you are, young mistress!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Into the room hurried O-sugi, Reiko's childhood nurse and companion, who had moved to the castle with her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Plump and smiling, O-sugi regarded Reiko with affectionate exasperation. \"Daydreaming, as usual.\"\n\n\"What else is there to do?\" Reiko asked sadly. \"The banquet was canceled. Everyone is gone. And you said not to unpack, because there are servants to wait on me, and it would make a bad impression if I did anything for myself.\"\n\nReiko had counted on the festivities to take her mind off her homesickness and fears. The death of the shogun's concubine and the possibility of an epidemic seemed trivial in comparison with these." }, { "from": "human", "value": "How could she, who had never left her father's house for more than a few days, live here, forever, with a man who was a stranger to her?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Although Sano's absence delayed the scary plunge into the unknown future, Reiko had nothing to do but worry." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The nurse clucked her tongue. \"Well, you could change your clothes. No use hanging about in bridal kimono, now that the wedding is over.\"\n\nWith O-sugi's assistance, off came the white robe and red under-kimono; on went an expensive kimono from Reiko's trousseau, printed with burgundy maple leaves on a background of brown woodgrain, yet dull and somber compared to her customary gay, bright maiden's clothing. Its sleeves reached only to her hips—unlike the floor-length ones she had worn until today—suitable for a married woman. O-sugi pinned Reiko's long hair atop her head in a new, mature style." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As Reiko stood before the mirror, watching the trappings of her youth disappear and her reflection age, her unhappiness deepened." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Was she doomed to a secluded existence within this house, a mere vessel for her husband's children, a slave to his authority? Must all her dreams die on the first day of her adult life?\n\nReiko's unusual girlhood had disinclined her for marriage. She was Magistrate Ueda's only child; her mother had died when she was a baby, and he had never married again. He could have ignored his daughter, consigning her to the complete care of servants, as other men in his situation might have, but Magistrate Ueda had valued Reiko as all that remained of the beloved wife he'd lost." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her intelligence had secured his affection." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At age four, she would toddle into his study and peer at the reports he wrote. \"What does this say?\" she would ask, pointing to one character after another.\n\nOnce the magistrate taught her a word, she never forgot. Soon she could read simple sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She still remembered the joy of discovering that each character had its own meaning, and that a column of them expressed an idea. Abandoning her dolls, she spent hours inking her own words on large sheets of paper. Magistrate Ueda had encouraged Reiko's interest. He'd employed tutors to instruct her in reading, calligraphy, history, mathematics, philosophy, and the Chinese classics: subjects that a son would have been taught. When he'd found his six-year-old daughter wielding his sword against an imaginary foe, he'd hired martial arts masters to instruct her in kenjutsu and unarmed combat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"A samurai woman must know how to defend herself in case of war,\" Magistrate Ueda had told the two sensei, who'd been reluctant to teach a girl." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Required word frequency: 'she'd' (2x)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Reiko recalled their disdainful treatment of her, and the lessons intended to dissuade her from this manly pursuit. They'd brought bigger, stronger boys to serve as her opponents in practice matches. But Reiko's proud spirit refused to break. Hair disheveled, white uniform stained with sweat and blood, she'd battered at her opponent with her wooden sword until he went down under a storm of blows. She'd wrestled to the floor a boy twice her size." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her reward was the respect she saw in the teachers' eyes—and the real, steel swords her father had given her, replacing each pair with longer ones every year as she grew." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She loved stories of historical battles, envisioning herself as the great warriors Minamoto Yoritomo or Tokugawa Ieyasu. Reiko's playmates were the sons of her father's retainers; she scorned other girls as weak, frivolous creatures. She was sure that, as her father's only child, she would one day inherit his position as magistrate of Edo, and she must be ready.\n\nReality had soon cured her of this notion. \"Girls don't become magistrates when they grow up,\" scoffed her teachers and friends." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"They marry, raise children, and serve their husbands.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "And Reiko had overheard her grandmother telling Magistrate Ueda, \"It isn't right to treat Reiko like a boy. If you don't stop these ridiculous lessons, she'll never learn her place in the world. She must be taught some feminine accomplishments, or she'll never get a husband.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "/set_word_count: reiko, frequency: 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Magistrate Ueda had compromised, continuing the lessons but also engaging teachers to instruct Reiko in sewing, flower arranging, music, and the tea ceremony. And still she had clung to her dreams. Her life would be different from other women's: She would have adventures; she would achieve glory.\n\nThen, when Reiko was fifteen, her grandmother had persuaded the magistrate that it was time for her to marry. Her first miai—the formal meeting between a prospective bride and groom and their families—had taken place at Zojo Temple." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Reiko, who had observed the lives of her aunts and cousins, didn't want to marry at all." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She knew that wives must obey every command and cater to every whim of their husbands, passively enduring insults or abuse. Even the most respected man could be a tyrant in his own home, forbidding his wife to speak, forcing physical attentions upon her, begetting one child after another until her health failed, then neglecting her to dally with concubines or prostitutes. While men came and went as they pleased, a wife of Reiko's social class stayed home unless given her husband's permission to attend religious ceremonies or family functions. Servants relieved her of household chores, but kept her idle, useless. To Reiko, marriage seemed like a trap to be avoided at all cost." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And her first suitor did nothing to change her mind.\n\nHe was a rich, high-ranking Tokugawa bureaucrat. He was also fat, forty, and stupid; during a picnic under the blossoming cherry trees, he got extremely drunk, making lewd remarks about his patronage of the Yoshiwara courtesans. To Reiko's horror, she saw that her grandmother and the go-between didn't share her revulsion; the social and financial advantages of the match blinded them to the man's flaws. Magistrate Ueda would not meet Reiko's gaze, and she sensed that he wanted to break off the negotiations but couldn't find an acceptable reason for doing so." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Reiko decided to take matters into her own hands." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Required word frequency: 'korea' (2x)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Do you think there was any way Japan could have conquered Korea ninety-eight years ago, instead of having to give up and withdraw the troops?\" she asked the bureaucrat.\n\n\"Why, I—I'm sure I don't know,\" he blustered, eyeing her with surprise. \"I never thought about it.\"\n\nBut Reiko had. While her grandmother and the go-between stared in dismay and her father tried to hide a smile, she stated her opinion—that Japanese victory over Korea could have been achieved—giving explanations at great length." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The next day, the bureaucrat ended the marriage negotiations with a letter that read, \"Miss Reiko is too forward, impertinent, and disrespectful to make a good wife. Good luck finding someone else to marry her.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Precise word count needed: 'other' × 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Subsequent miai with other unattractive men had ended similarly. Reiko's family protested, scolded, and finally gave up in despair. She rejoiced. Then, on her nineteenth birthday, Magistrate Ueda summoned her to his office and said sadly, \"Daughter, I understand your reluctance to marry; it's my own fault for encouraging your interest in unfeminine pursuits. But I won't be able to take care of you forever. You need a husband to protect you when I am dead and gone.\"\n\n\"Father, I'm educated, I can fight, I can take care of myself,\" Reiko protested, though she knew he spoke the truth. Women did not hold government posts, run businesses, or work as anything other than servants, farm laborers, nuns, or prostitutes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "These options repelled Reiko, as did the prospect of living on the charity of relatives." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She bowed her head, acknowledging defeat.\n\n\"We've received a new marriage proposal,\" Magistrate Ueda said, \"and please don't ruin the negotiations, because we may never get another. It's from Sano Ichiro, the shogun's most honorable investigator.\"\n\nReiko's head snapped up. She knew of Sōsakan Sano, as did everyone in Edo. She had heard rumors of Sano's courage, and a great but secret service he'd performed for the shogun." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her interest stirred. Wanting to see this famous wonder, she consented to the miai.\n\nAnd Sano didn't disappoint her. As she and Magistrate Ueda strolled the grounds of Kannei Temple with the go-between, Sano, and his mother, Reiko eyed Sano covertly. Tall and strong, with a proud, noble bearing, he was younger than any of her other suitors, and by far the handsomest. As formal custom dictated, they didn't speak directly to each other, but intelligence shone in his eyes, echoed in his voice." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Best of all, Reiko knew he was leading the hunt for the Bundori Killer, whose grisly murders had plunged Edo into terror. He wasn't a lazy drunk who neglected duty for the revels of Yoshiwara. He delivered dangerous killers to justice. To Reiko, he seemed the embodiment of the warrior heroes she'd worshipped since childhood. She had a chance to share his exciting life." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And when she looked at Sano, an unfamiliar, pleasurable warmth spread through her body." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Marriage suddenly didn't look so bad. As soon as they got home, Reiko told Magistrate Ueda to accept the proposal.\n\nWhen the wedding date was set, however, Reiko's doubts about marriage resurfaced. Her female relatives counseled her to obey and serve her husband; the gifts—kitchen utensils, sewing supplies, home furnishings—symbolized the domestic role she must assume. Her books and swords remained at the Ueda mansion." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hope had flared briefly at the wedding, inspired by the sight of Sano, as handsome as she remembered; but now Reiko feared that her life would be no different from any other married woman's. Her husband was out on an important adventure; she was home. She had no reason to believe that his treatment of her would be different from any other man's. Panic squeezed her lungs.\n\nWhat had she done?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Was it too late to escape?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "O-sugi fetched a tray, which she set upon Reiko's dressing table. Reiko saw the short bamboo brush, mirror, and ceramic basin; the two matching bowls, one containing water, the other a dark liquid. Her heart contracted.\n\n\"No!\"\n\nO-sugi sighed. \"Reiko-chan, you know you must dye your teeth black. It's the custom for a married woman, proof of her fidelity to her husband. Now come.\" Gently but firmly she seated Reiko before the table." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The sooner over with, the better.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "With leaden reluctance, Reiko dipped the brush in the bowl and opened her mouth in an exaggerated grimace." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When she painted the first stroke across her upper teeth, some of the black dye dripped onto her tongue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her throat spasmed; saliva gushed into her mouth. The dye, composed of ink, iron filings, and plant extracts, was terribly bitter.\n\n\"Ugh!\" Reiko spat into the basin. \"How can anyone stand this?\"\n\n\"They all do, and so will you. Twice a month, to maintain the color. Now continue, and be careful not to stain your lips or your kimono.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Wincing and gagging, Reiko applied layer after layer of dye to her teeth." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Finally she rinsed, spat, then held the mirror before her face. She viewed her reflection with dismay. The dead, black teeth contrasted sharply with the white face powder and red lip rouge, highlighting her skin's every imperfection. With the tip of her tongue, Reiko touched her chipped incisor, a habit in times of strong emotion. At age twenty, she looked ancient—and ugly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her days of study and martial arts practice were over; hope of romance withered." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "How could her husband want her for anything besides obedient servitude now?\n\nReiko choked down a sob, and saw O-sugi regarding her with sympathy. O-sugi had been married at fourteen to a middle-aged Nüionbashi shopkeeper who'd beaten her daily, until the neighbors complained that her cries disturbed them. The case had come before Magistrate Ueda, who sentenced the shopkeeper to a beating, granted O-sugi a divorce, and hired her as nurse to his infant daughter. O-sugi was the only mother Reiko had ever known." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Now the bond between them strengthened with the poignant similarity in their situations: one rich, one poor, yet both prisoners of society, their fate dependent upon men." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "O-sugi embraced Reiko, saying sadly, \"My poor young lady. Life will be easier if you just accept it.\" Then, in an effort to be cheerful, \"After all this wedding excitement, you must be starving. How about some tea and buns—the pink kind, with sweet chestnut paste inside?\" This was Reiko's favorite treat. \"I'll bring them right away.\"\n\nThe nurse limped out of the room: Her brutal husband had permanently crippled her left leg." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Seeing this ignited angry determination inside Reiko." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then and there she refused to let marriage cripple her own body, or mind." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She would not be imprisoned inside this house, talents and ambitions wasted. She would live!\n\nReiko rose and fetched a cloak from the wardrobe. Then she hurried to the front door, where Sano's staff was unloading the wedding gifts.\n\n\"How may I serve you, Honorable Madam?\" asked the chief manservant." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't need anything,\" Reiko said. \"I'm going out.\"\n\nThe servant said haughtily, \"A lady cannot just walk out of the castle alone. It's against the law.\"\n\nHe arranged an escort of maids and soldiers. He summoned a palanquin and six bearers and installed her inside the ornate, cushioned sedan chair. He gave the escort commander the official document that allowed Reiko passage in and out of the castle, then asked her, \"Where shall I tell the Sōsakan-sama you've gone?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Reiko was appalled. What could she do while hampered by a sixteen-person entourage that would undoubtedly report her every move to Sano and everyone else at Edo Castle? \"To visit my father,\" she said, accepting defeat.\n\nTrapped in the palanquin, she rode through the castle's winding stone passages, past guard towers and patrolling soldiers. The escort commander presented her pass at the security checkpoints; soldiers opened gates and let the procession continue downhill. Mounted samurai cantered past." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Windows in the covered corridors that topped the walls offered brief glimpses of Edo's rooftops, spread out on the plain below, and the fiery red-and-gold autumn foliage along the Sumida River." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Against the distant western sky, Mount Fuji's ethereal white peak soared. Reiko saw it all through the small, narrow window of the palanquin. She sighed.\n\nHowever, once outside the castle's main gate and past the great walled estates of the daimyo, Reiko's spirits rose. Here, in the administrative district, located in Hibiya, south of Edo Castle, the city's high officials lived and worked in office-mansions. Here Reiko had enjoyed the childhood whose end she now regretted so keenly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But perhaps it wasn't entirely lost." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At Magistrate Ueda's estate, she alit from the palanquin. Leaving her entourage outside the wall among the strolling dignitaries and hurrying clerics, she approached the sentries stationed at the gate's roofed portals.\n\n\"Good afternoon, Miss Reiko,\" they greeted her.\n\n\"Is my father home?\" she asked.\n\n\"Yes, but he's hearing a case.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Reiko wasn't surprised that the conscientious magistrate had returned to work when the wedding banquet was canceled." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In the courtyard she wove through a crowd of townspeople, police, and prisoners awaiting the magistrate's attention, into the low, half-timbered building. She slipped past the administrative offices and shut herself up inside a chamber adjacent to the Court of Justice.\n\nThe room, once a closet, was barely big enough to hold its one tatami mat. With no windows, it was dim and stuffy, yet Reiko had spent some of her happiest hours here. One wall was made of woven lattice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Through the chinks, Reiko had a perfect view of the court." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "On the other side of the wall her father occupied the dais, wearing black judicial robes, his back to her, flanked by secretaries. Lanterns lit the long hall, where the defendant, his hands tied behind him, knelt on the shirasu, an area of floor directly before the dais, covered with white sand, symbol of truth. Police, witnesses, and the defendant's family knelt in rows in the audience section; sentries guarded the doors.\n\nReiko knelt to watch the proceedings, as she'd done countless times before. Trials fascinated her. They showed a side of life that she could not experience firsthand." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Magistrate Ueda had indulged her interest, letting her use this room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Reiko's tongue touched her chipped tooth as she smiled in fond memory.\n\n\"What have you to say in your own defense, Moneylender Igarashi?\" Magistrate Ueda asked the prisoner.\n\n\"Honorable Magistrate, I swear I did not kill my partner,\" the defendant said with earnest sincerity. \"We fought over the favors of the courtesan Hyacinth because we were drunk, but we settled our differences.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tears ran down the defendant's face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I loved my partner like a brother. I don't know who stabbed him.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "During discussions of cases, Reiko had impressed Magistrate Ueda with her insight; he'd come to value her judgment." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Now she whispered through the lattice, \"The moneylender is lying, Father. He's still jealous of his partner. And now their whole fortune is his. Push him hard—he'll break and confess.\"\n\nShe'd often given her advice during trials this way, and Magistrate Ueda had often followed it, with good results, but now his shoulders stiffened; his head turned slightly. Instead of interrogating the defendant, Magistrate Ueda said, \"This session will adjourn for a moment.\" Rising, he left the courtroom.\n\nThen the door to Reiko's chamber opened." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There in the corridor stood her father, regarding her with consternation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Daughter.\" Taking Reiko's arm, he led her down the hall, into his private office. \"Your first visit home shouldn't take place until tomorrow, and your husband must accompany you. You know the custom. What are you doing here, alone, now? Is something wrong?\"\n\n\"Father, I—\"\n\nSuddenly Reiko's brave defiance crumbled. Sobbing, she poured out her misgivings about marriage; the dreams she could not forsake." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Magistrate Ueda listened sympathetically, but when she'd finished and calmed down, he shook his head and said, \"I should not have raised you to expect more from life than is possible for a woman. It was an act of foolish love and poor judgment on my part, which I deeply regret. But what's done is done. We cannot go back, but only forward. You must not watch any more trials, or assist with my work as I've mistakenly allowed you to do in the past. Your place is with your husband.\"\n\nEven as Reiko saw the door to her youth close forever, a gleam of hope brightened the dark horizon of her future. Magistrate Ueda's last sentence recalled her fantasy of sharing Sōsakan Sano's adventures. In ancient times, samurai women had ridden into battle beside their men. Reiko remembered the incident that had ended the wedding festivities." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Earlier, preoccupied with her own problems, she'd given hardly a thought to Sano's new case; now, her interest stirred." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Include exactly 2 instance(s) of the word 'could'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Maybe I could help investigate Lady Harume's death,\" she said thoughtfully.\n\nConcern shadowed Magistrate Ueda's face. \"Reiko-chan\" His voice was kind, but stern. \"You're smarter than many men, but you are young, naïve, and far too confident of your own limited abilities. Any affair involving the shogun's court is fraught with danger. Sōsakan Sano will not welcome your interference. And what could you, a woman, do anyway?\"\n\nRising, the magistrate led Reiko out of the mansion to the gate, where her entourage waited." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Go home, daughter. Be thankful you needn't work to earn your rice, like other, less fortunate women. Obey your husband; he is a good man.\" Then, echoing O-sugi's advice, he said, \"Accept your fate, or it will only grow harder to bear.\"\n\nReluctantly Reiko climbed into the palanquin. Tasting the bitterness of the dye on her teeth, she shook her head in sad acknowledgment of her father's wisdom.\n\nYet she possessed the same intelligence, drive, and courage that had made him magistrate of Edo—the post she would have inherited if she'd been born male!" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 6 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As the palanquin carried her briskly up the street, Reiko called to the bearers: \"Stop! Go back!\"\n\nThe bearers obeyed. Disembarking, Reiko hurried into her father's house, to her childhood room. From the cabinet she took her two swords, long and short, with matching gold-inlaid hilts and scabbards. Then she returned to the palanquin and settled herself for the trip back to Edo Castle, hugging the precious weapons—symbols of honor and adventure, of everything she was and wanted to be.\n\nSomehow she would make a purposeful, satisfying life for herself. And she would begin by investigating the strange death of the shogun's concubine." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "CONTINUE STORY. PARAMETERS: 7 sentences sentences, character continuity, Historical Fiction, Mystery, Japan genre." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Servants greeted Sano in the entry way of his mansion when he arrived home. They relieved him of his cloak and swords and ushered him into the parlor, where charcoal braziers and lanterns burned, and wall murals depicted a serene mountain landscape. Resting upon silk floor cushions, Sano felt the tensions of the day dissolve and happy anticipation swell within him. Hirata had gone to give orders to the detective corps and secure the estate for the night. Sano's time was his own, until tomorrow. His marriage could begin.\n\n\"Would you like a meal?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "the chief manservant asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sano nodded, then said, \"Where is... my wife?\" The phrase felt strange on his lips, but as satisfying as a drink of water after a long, dry journey.\n\n\"She has been told that you're home, and she's coming right away.\" The servant bowed and left the room.\n\nAs Sano waited, his heart beat faster; his stomach tightened. Then the door slid open. Sano sat up straight." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Into the room walked Reiko." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Use the word 'husband' 2 time(s) - this is a strict requirement" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Dressed in a dull orange silk kimono printed with golden asters, her long hair pinned up, his bride carried a porcelain sake decanter and two cups on a tray. Eyes demurely lowered, she glided over to Sano, knelt before him, set down the tray, and bowed.\n\n\"Honorable Husband,\" she murmured. \"May I serve you?\"\n\n\"Yes. Please,\" Sano said, admiring her youthful beauty.\n\nThe pouring of liquor smoothed the awkward moment—someone must have instructed Reiko on what to do when alone with her husband for the first time—but her hands trembled when she passed the cup to Sano. Sympathy eased his own nervousness." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This was his domain. It was up to him to make Reiko feel comfortable here.\n\n\"I hope you're feeling well?\" he said, filling the other cup with sake and offering it to her.\n\nCautiously, as if afraid to touch his hand, Reiko took the cup. \"Yes, Honorable Husband.\"\n\nThey drank, and Sano saw that her teeth had been dyed black. An unexpected surge of warmth flooded his groin." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He'd never given much thought to this familiar custom of married women; now, seeing Reiko thus transformed awakened his desire." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It reminded him that she was his in body as well as spirit.\n\n\"Are your rooms satisfactory?\" Sano tasted liquor and arousal. Reiko's upswept hair accentuated her graceful neck and sloping shoulders. More than a year had passed since he'd been with a woman...\"Have you gotten settled?\"\n\n\"Yes, thank you.\"\n\nA tentative smile encouraged Sano: beneath the placid demeanor of a well-bred lady, she was not without feeling for him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Just then, a servant entered, gave Sano a hot, damp cloth for wiping his hands, and set before him a lacquer meal tray." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When he and Reiko were alone again, she quickly removed the lids from his dishes of sashimi, steamed trout, and vegetables, then poured his tea. She would have eaten earlier, the better to serve him. Her wifely subservience delighted Sano.\n\n\"I hope you'll be happy here,\" he said. \"If there's anything you want, just ask.\"\n\nReiko lifted an eager, shining face to him. \"Perhaps—perhaps I could help you investigate the death of the shogun's concubine,\" she blurted." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What?\" The morsel of fish Sano had lifted to his mouth fell from his chopsticks as he stared in surprise." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Gone were his bride's self-effacing pose and appealing shyness. Head high, back straight, she looked Sano directly in the face. Her eyes flashed with nervous daring. \"Your work interests me very much. I've heard rumors that Lady Harume was murdered. If it's true, I want to help catch the killer.\" She gulped, then continued in a rush: \"You said that if there was anything I wanted, I should ask.\"\n\n\"That's not what I meant!\" Dismay jolted Sano. From deep within his memory rose scenes from his childhood: his mother cooking, cleaning, and sewing at home while his father ventured out into the world to earn their living." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Experience had formed Sano's notion of a proper marriage." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A host of additional reasons forbade him to grant Reiko's request. \"I'm sorry,\" he said gently. \"I appreciate your offer, but a murder investigation is no place for a wife.\"\n\nHe expected her to accept his decision, as his mother had all of his father's. But Reiko said, \"My father told me you'd think that, and he agrees. But I want to work, to be useful. And I can help you.\"\n\n\"But how?\" Sano asked, increasingly bewildered as his dream of conjugal felicity evaporated around him. Who was this strange, obstinate girl he'd married?" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Include exactly 2 instance(s) of the word 'hated'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What could you possibly do?\"\n\n\"I'm educated; I can read and write as well as any man. For ten years I've watched my father's trials in the Court of Justice.\" Reiko's dainty chin trembled, but she didn't yield before Sano's disapproval. \"I understand the law, and criminals. I can help figure out who killed Lady Harume.\"\n\nGrowing up in Magistrate Ueda's mansion, Reiko must have seen more criminals than Sano himself! Ashamed to be outdone by his young bride, Sano also hated to imagine what spectacles of violence and human depravity she'd witnessed. Worse, he hated the thought of allowing these elements of his work to intrude on his private life." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "How could home be a haven if Reiko shared his knowledge of the world's evils?\n\n\"Please... calm down and let me explain,\" Sano said, raising his hands in a placating gesture. \"Detective work is dangerous. You could get hurt—or even killed.\" This had happened to many other people during his past cases. His protective instincts rallied in protest against letting his own wife fall victim to his search for justice. \"It would be wrong for me to let you have anything to do with the murder investigation.\" With an air of finality, Sano resumed eating." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You think I'm weak and stupid because I'm a woman,\" Reiko persisted, \"but I know how to fight. I can defend myself.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ardor lit her lovely, petal-shaped eyes. \"And since I am a woman, I can go places where you can't. I can learn things from people who would never talk to you. Just give me a chance, and you'll see!\"\n\nNow Sano grew angry. He recalled his docile mother cooking the foods her husband preferred, managing the household to accommodate his needs without ever asking anything for herself. In a samurai's world of unstinting duty to the Tokugawa regime, his own home was the only domain under his absolute control. Now Sano felt this precious control slipping, his manly authority weakening in the face of Reiko's challenge. Fatigue strained his patience." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Although the last thing he wanted was a quarrel on his wedding night, his temper snapped." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How dare you contradict your husband?\" Sano demanded, throwing down his chopsticks. \"How dare you even suggest that you, a silly, headstrong girl, can do anything better than I can?\"\n\n\"Because I'm right!\"\n\nReiko leapt to her feet, eyes sparking with a fury that matched Sano's. Her tongue touched her chipped incisor; her hand went to her waist as if reaching for a sword. This unfeminine, aggressive response incensed Sano—and aroused him deeply." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Anger turned Reiko's delicate beauty into the raw, female power of a goddess." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her rapid breathing and flushed cheeks suggested sexual excitement. Despite Sano's dislike of her impertinence, he admired her courageous spirit, yet he couldn't believe her capable of investigating a murder—or let her undermine his masculinity by talking back to him. He shoved aside his tray and stood, glaring at his young wife.\n\n\"I order you to stay home where you belong, and not to interfere with my work,\" he said, though aghast at the hostile turn their relationship had taken. He wanted them to be happy together, and hurting Reiko's feelings wouldn't achieve that. But what else could he do? \"I'm your husband. You will obey me. And that's final!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Scorn narrowed Reiko's eyes." }, { "from": "system", "value": "You must include the following in quotes somewhere in your response: Beat me? Send me back to my father? Or kill me?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And what will you do if I disobey?\" she demanded. \"Beat me? Send me back to my father? Or kill me?\" A bitter laugh burst from her throat. \"I wish you would, because I'm sorry I married you. I'd rather die than submit to you or any other man!\"\n\nHer repudiation stabbed Sano like a knife to the heart. Wounded and furious, he experienced an overwhelming urge to assert his power by taking physical possession of her. His manhood sprang erect." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He stepped forward and seized her shoulders." }, { "from": "human", "value": "At once, Reiko's brave defiance dissolved." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She shrank within Sano's grasp. Towering over her, he felt the fragility of her bones. Terror filled her eyes, and he knew it wasn't blows or death she feared. It was the crueler injury a man could inflict upon a woman—the personal assault on the most sensitive parts of her body. Yet as their gazes locked, Sano sensed in her an unfathomed appetite for that intimate, brutal engagement. Reiko's lips were wet; her breaths came hard and fast. Before Sano shimmered a vision of the two of them naked and entwined, resolving all argument in the primitive mating rite." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And he could tell from the shocked expression on Reiko's face that she shared it—and wanted it—too." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Slowly Sano lifted his hand and touched her soft cheek. Their breath mingled for a long, tense moment. Then suddenly she twisted out of his grasp and ran from the room.\n\n\"Reiko. Wait!\" Sano called.\n\nHer rapid footsteps receded down the passage. A door slammed. His emotions in chaos, his body still engorged with desire, Sano stood frozen, hands holding the emptiness she'd left behind.\n\nIn the sanctuary of her private chamber, Reiko latched the door and breathed a tremulous sigh." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her heart still beat wildly in her breast; her muscles quaked. Feverish in her agitation, she hurried through the outer door and stepped onto the veranda.\n\nA lopsided ivory moon poured soft illumination over the garden's trees, boulders, and pavilion. Crickets chirped; dogs barked. Somewhere in the night, guards patrolled the estate and castle; footsteps, hoofbeats, and low voices carried through clear, cold air that smelled of frost and charcoal smoke. In chilly solitude Reiko paced, trying to sort out her tumultuous feelings.\n\nHow she hated Sano for disregarding her wishes, for mocking her intelligence and abilities!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "And how angry she was at herself for badly handling the situation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She should have taken things more slowly, playing the submissive wife and winning his affection before pleading her cause." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But she sensed that it wouldn't have made any difference. Sano was like all other men, and she'd been mad to think otherwise.\n\n\"Pompous, ignorant samurai!\" she muttered, seething with anger. \"Ordering me around as if I were a servant, or a child.\" Beneath her anger was the leaden misery of disappointment. How naïve and foolish seemed her dream of solving crimes and achieving glory. \"Better that I should have committed seppuku than ever marry!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "As Reiko paced, a warm trickle of moisture slid down her inner thigh." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Thinking she'd begun her monthly bleeding, she felt under her skirts. Her hand came up smeared with a clear, musk-scented secretion; the fluid of arousal, her body's involuntary response to the confrontation with Sano. Horror gripped Reiko as she became aware of a heaviness in her lower abdomen, the dull, hot pulse between her legs. Crouching on the veranda, she faced the sum of her fears.\n\nShe didn't fear beating, the common punishment for unruly wives—martial arts training had given her a high tolerance for pain—and she knew instinctively that Sano wasn't the kind of man who would hurt a woman in anger. Yet she dreaded the sexual act, a battleground where nature had made her vulnerable to a man's violation. And desire could make her the thrall of the husband who already owned her, destroying her precious independence." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Even so, she was terrified that Sano would divorce her." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word usage target: 'reiko' must be used 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If he did, everyone would blame her for the marriage's failure; no other man would have her. She and her family would suffer public humiliation. The specter of a bleak future as a disgraced spinster living on the charity of relatives loomed before Reiko. And despite her anger at Sano's tyranny, she didn't want to leave him. She wanted to experience love's dangerous pleasures. Body and spirit yearned for it, even as her mind recoiled at the prospect of a life of domestic seclusion and boredom.\n\nReiko watched the branches of a tall pine capture the rising moon." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Through the tangle of conflicting emotions she identified one certainty: She must make the marriage work—but on her own terms." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She went inside her chamber and knelt before her writing desk." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "On a shelf above it lay the swords she'd retrieved that afternoon. Reiko ground ink, readied paper, and took up her brush. Desperation strengthened her resolve. She would prove to Sano that a wife could be a detective. She would show him that it was in his best interest to make her a partner in his work instead of a glorified house slave. She would make him love her for herself, not for his idea of what she should be.\n\nWith her tongue touching her chipped tooth, Reiko began listing plans for her secret inquiry into the murder of Lady Harume." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Alone, Sano reluctantly decided against going after Reiko: In his current state of anger, confusion, and unsatisfied desire, he would only make things worse between them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He finished eating, though the food had grown cold and he'd lost his appetite. Wearily he rose, went to his room, and shed his clothes. In the bathchamber he scrubbed, rinsed, soaked in the tub, then wrapped himself in a cotton robe. He walked down the corridor, past the empty suite where he'd planned to spend his first night with his bride. Next door, the paper wall of her private chamber glowed with lamplight. Sano paused outside.\n\nReiko's hazy shadow moved, shrugging off garments, combing her hair. She evidently intended to sleep there." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Desire welled in Sano's loins. Fierce possessiveness enflamed his anger. Despite their quarrel, she was his wife. He had the right to command her presence in the marriage bed. Sano grasped the door handle...\n\n... then let his hand fall away, shaking his head as reason tempered angry lust. He could not subdue Reiko through physical strength, because he didn't want a resentful mate who obeyed him only because society decreed that woman must submit to man." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He still yearned for a union of mutual love." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It had been a long, difficult day, probably no less for Reiko than him. They'd gotten off to a bad start, but tomorrow they would begin again, after a good night's sleep. He would show her every kindness. She would realize that her place was in their home, not in a murder investigation. And she would learn to love him as her husband and superior.\n\nReluctantly Sano went to his bedchamber, but with his mind replaying his argument with Reiko and thinking of what he should have said, he felt too tense to sleep. Amid the folds of discarded clothing on the floor lay the diary he'd taken from Lady Harume's room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sano picked it up with a sigh." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was nothing like work to take his mind off domestic troubles, and he might actually learn something useful from the murdered concubine's record of her life and private thoughts. He lay down on the futon and pulled the lamp near. Propping himself on his elbow, he opened the diary's mauve-and-green, clover-printed cloth cover and turned to the first page.\n\nThe text was written in an awkward hand, with lots of crossed-out mistakes. Like many women, Lady Harume had been barely literate. Maybe this was for the best, Sano thought, considering how Reiko's superior education had fostered her contrary nature. However, as Sano scanned the diary, Harume's natural flair for descriptive prose emerged:" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I enter the Large Interior." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The guards lead me through the corridors like a prisoner to her cell. Hundreds of women stand and watch. They stop chattering as I pass, and they're staring at me: such disdain! Staring, staring—greedy, caged animals wondering if the newcomer's arrival means less food for them. But I hold my head up. I may be poor, but I'm prettier than anyone I see. Someday soon I will be the shogun's favorite concubine." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And no one will dare disdain me again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "None of the entries was dated, but this first one must have been written just after the New Year, eight months ago, when Harume came to Edo Castle. Sano skimmed passages describing the routines and irritations of the Large Interior, Harume's various amusements, and her increasingly frequent visits to the shogun's bedchamber.\n\nThis place is so crowded that we must eat and bathe in shifts. There is always someone bumping into me whenever I move, always someone in the privy when I have to go, someone's finger in my business, someone's stink in my nose. The bathwater is always scummy by the time it's my turn, and the noise never stops, even at night, because someone is always talking, snoring, coughing, or weeping. But although I long for solitude, I am dying of loneliness. The others treat me as an outsider, and I don't like them either." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And there's nothing to do except the same things." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Every day is like the last, and we don't get to go out often enough.\n\nYesterday was very hot, with thunder grumbling like angry dragons. We went for a picnic in the hills. I wore my green kimono with the willow leaf pattern. We drank sake and were very merry until all of a sudden, pouring rain! We shrieked and hurried into the palanquins while servants ran around packing up the food. What great fun to see those haughty senior concubines drenched and squawking like wet hens!—particularly after they had mocked my rustic manners." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Last night I entertained His Excellency again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I wore my red satin kimono printed with lucky characters so that I might bear him a son and be rich and happy for the rest of my life, like Lady Keisho-in." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As Sano had expected, Harume's pillow book resembled those written by imperial court ladies of centuries past, who had documented the trivia of life rather than important historic events. About such great occasions as the last, Harume gave no details: Even naïve young girls knew that any careless remark about the shogun could bring harsh censure, including dismissal or even death. Harume must also have feared that nosy comrades would read her pillow book and take revenge for unfavorable portrayals. Lady Ichiteru and Lieutenant Kushida appeared only in the middle of a long list entitled \"Things I Dislike About Living in Edo Castle\":\n\n39. Being served the tough, crusty rice from the bottom of the pot because the senior concubines get the best food.\n\n40. Ichiteru, who thinks she's better than everyone else just because she's the emperor's cousin.\n\n41. The monthly health examinations, and Dr. Kitano's cold hands on my private parts." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "42. Lieutenant Kushida—a terrible pest.\n\nIn subsequent passages there was no indication of any particular animosity or quarrel that could have led to her murder. Sano was growing drowsy. He turned to the last page.\n\nYesterday we went on a pilgrimage to Kannon Temple. I love the Asakusa district because the streets are so busy that the guards and palace officials can't keep a close watch over us. We can escape them and wander through the marketplace, buying food and souvenirs at the stalls, having our fortunes told, watching the pilgrims, priests, children, and sacred doves: Freedom!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I hurry along the narrow lanes to the inn." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As usual, there's a room already reserved for me, so I slip through the pine groves and bamboo thickets that surround the inn like a small forest. My room is in the rear building—very private. I go inside, close the door, and wait. Soon I hear footsteps crunching on the gravel path. They stop outside my room—\n\nSano was now wide awake and fully alert. So Lady Harume had used her freedom for secret assignations." }, { "from": "human", "value": "—and I see his tall, thin shadow on the paper window." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There's a hole in the pane, and his eye appears." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But he doesn't speak, and neither do I. Pretending I'm alone, I slowly take off my cloak. I untie my sash and let my outer-and under-kimonos drop to the floor, facing the window so he can see me, but never meeting his eye.\n\nHis shadow stirs. Naked, I run my hands over my breasts, sighing and licking my lips. His garments rustle as he parts them and loosens his loincloth. I lie on the floor cushions. I spread my legs wide, my womanhood open to him. I caress myself with my fingers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Faster and faster, moaning, arching my back, tossing my head with a pleasure I don't really feel." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He gasps and grunts. When I cry out, he does, too—an ugly sound, like a dying animal.\n\nThen I lie still, my eyes half closed. I watch his shadow move past the window and out of sight. When I'm sure he's gone, I dress quickly and hurry back to the market before the palace officials discover I'm not with the other girls. I could be beaten, dismissed, or even killed for what I've done. But he's very rich and powerful." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Soon he travels to Shikoku, and we won't meet again for at least eight months." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I must get what I can now, from him, no matter the risk." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Aroused by this erotic scenario, Sano felt like a voyeur himself, spying on a dead woman's intimate life. He closed the book and pondered the meaning of what he'd just read. Harume had probably thought that anyone who happened to read the story would deem it a fantasy, but it had the quality of truth. Who was her partner in the bizarre game, and why had she played when she got no pleasure from it? What else might have happened between them? Sano considered the clues: a tall, thin man who was rich, powerful, and bound for an eight-month stay on that southern island...\n\nThen he smiled. He knew of someone who fit the hints Harume had dropped about her paramour." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sano blew out the lamp, lay down with his head on the wooden neck rest, and pulled the quilt over him." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tomorrow he and Reiko would reconcile their differences and begin their happy marriage. And tomorrow, sometime between reporting to the shogun, attending the examination of Harume's corpse at Edo Morgue, and interviewing Lady Ichiteru and Lieutenant Kushida, Sano would visit the latest suspect in Lady Harume's murder: Lord Miyagi Shigeru, daimyo of Tosa Province." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "NarrativeBot: three sentences sentences. Match character familiarity. Historical Fiction, Mystery, Japan genre." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Their breath frosting the morning air, Sano and Hirata strode through Edo Castle's winding passages and security checkpoints on their way to report to the shogun." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was another crisp, clear day, though colder than the previous one." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sunlight glittered on the tile roofs of the walled passages, flashed through wind-tossed pine boughs above, and reflected off the armor of patrolling guards. Shadows were as precise as paper cutouts, and every sound rang clear: horses' hooves on stone paths; marching footsteps; voices calling. Geese winged across the vast, cloudless blue sky, trailing a streamer of honks over the castle." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "An invigorating tang of fallen leaves and charcoal smoke spiced the air.\n\n\"Did you sleep well?\" Hirata asked, alluding to Sano's wedding night with a meaningful look." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Fine, thank you,\" Sano said tersely, hoping Hirata wouldn't pursue the subject." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He hadn't seen Reiko today." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Unwilling to risk another disastrous scene before work, he'd decided to postpone their next meeting until tonight." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hirata, ever sensitive to Sano's moods, said, \"The men and I had a little celebration planned for you last night. I guess it's just as well that we decided to put it off and let you rest.\"\n\nKnowing what wedding night festivities were like, Sano fervently agreed. He hoped the meeting with the shogun would progress more smoothly than his marriage." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But although he'd assumed the news that there was no epidemic would have allayed the shogun's concerns, he soon discovered otherwise. Tokugawa Tsunayoshi, ensconced in his private sitting room amid guards and attendants, greeted Sano and Hirata's arrival with an anguished cry.\n\n\"Ahh, Sōsakan-sama,\" he wailed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The murder of my concubine has distressed me so much that I could not sleep last night. Now I have the most terrible headache. I feel sick at my stomach, and my, ahh, entire body pains me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tokugawa Tsunayoshi lay on the dais, supported by cushions, wearing a bronze silk dressing gown. The fact of Harume's death having belatedly sunk into his mind, he looked shriveled, pale, and much older than his forty-four years. An attendant placed a screen by the window, shielding him from the sunlit paper panes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Others stoked charcoal braziers, heating the room to an ovenlike warmth. A priest chanted prayers. Dr. Kitano hovered beside the shogun with a cup of steaming liquid." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sano and Hirata knelt and bowed. \"I apologize for intruding upon you in your illness, Your Excellency,\" Sano said. \"If you'd like to wait until later for me to report the status of the murder investigation—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The shogun waved away this suggestion with a feeble hand. \"Stay, stay.\" He raised himself to drink from Dr. Kitano's cup, then eyed it suspiciously. \"What is this?\"\n\n\"Bamboo-ash tea, to soothe your stomach.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You. Come here!\" Beckoning a servant, Tokugawa Tsunayoshi commanded, \"Taste this, and, ahh, make sure there's no poison.\"\n\n\"But I prepared it with my own hands,\" Dr. Kitano said. \"It's perfectly safe.\"\n\n\"With a poisoner loose in Edo Castle, one cannot be too careful,\" the shogun said darkly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The servant drank. When he remained alive and well after several moments, the shogun finished the tea." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Attendants ushered in the masseur, a bald, blind man." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tokugawa Tsunayoshi pointed at the jar of oil the masseur carried." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Try that out on, ahh, someone else first.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "A guard smeared the oil on his arm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "More guards brought caged birds to detect noxious fumes; servants tasted cakes for the shogun. He obviously didn't care about Lady Harume. It was his own vulnerability that worried him, with good reason: Assassination was a time-honored method by which ambitious warriors overturned regimes and seized power." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The poison that killed Lady Harume was in a bottle of ink marked with her name,\" Sano said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"She was clearly the murderer's target—not you, Your Excellency.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That makes no, ahh, difference.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The shogun grunted as his attendants stripped off his robe, exposing sagging white flesh. A loincloth covered his sex and cleaved the withered buttocks. Lying facedown, he said, \"The poisoning was an indirect attack on me. The murderer will not stop at killing a worthless concubine. I am in, ahh, grave danger.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The masseur's hands kneaded his back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Servants fed him cakes and tea, while guards placed the birdcages around the room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sano didn't agree with Tokugawa Tsunayoshi's self-centered view of the murder, but at this stage could not completely dismiss the shogun's fears. Political intrigue was a possible motive behind the crime. Sano gave the results of his interview with Lady Keisho-in and Madam Chizuru and outlined his plans to question Lady Ichiteru and Lieutenant Kushida." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He mentioned that Lady Harume's pillow book indicated an additional suspect, whose identity he would determine." }, { "from": "human", "value": "An abrupt stillness fell over the room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Servants and guards ceased their activities; the masseur's hands froze on Tokugawa Tsunayoshi's body. Hirata inhaled sharply. Sano's nape prickled in response to the same inaudible signal that had alerted the others. He turned toward the door." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There stood Chamberlain Yanagisawa, regal in brilliant robes, an enigmatic smile on his handsome face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Servants, guards, attendants, and masseur prostrated themselves in obeisance." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Behind Sano's calm façade, his heart seized. Yanagisawa must have been listening next door, and come to obstruct this investigation as he had others.\n\n\"Ahh, Yanagisawa-san. Welcome.\" Tokugawa Tsunayoshi smiled affectionately at his former protégé and longtime lover." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Sōsakan Sano has just reported on his inquiry into Lady Harume's murder. We would appreciate your advice.\"\n\nViewing Sano as a rival for Tokugawa Tsunayoshi's favor, for power over the weak lord and thus the entire nation, Chamberlain Yanagisawa had in the recent past deployed assassins to kill Sano and spies to unearth information to use against him. Yanagisawa had spread vicious rumors about Sano and ordered officials not to cooperate with his inquiries." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He'd sent Sano to Nagasaki, hoping he would get in enough trouble there to destroy him forever." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And Sano knew that Chamberlain Yanagisawa was furious because the ploy hadn't worked.\n\nUpon Sano's return, the shogun and many high officials had gathered at the palace to welcome him. As he passed down the receiving line, Chamberlain Yanagisawa had flashed him a look that evoked images of spears, guns, and swords, all aimed straight at him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Now Sano braced himself for a new attack while Yanagisawa crossed the room and knelt beside him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He felt Hirata stiffen, alert to the threat. His trained senses absorbed the chamberlain's scent of wintergreen hair oil, tobacco smoke, and the distinctive, bitter undertone of corruption.\n\n\"It seems as though Sōsakan Sano has matters admirably under control,\" Chamberlain Yanagisawa said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sano waited for the jabs at his character, thinly disguised as praise; ridicule masquerading as solicitude; hints at his negligence or disloyalty—all designed to manipulate the shogun into doubting Sano, while saying nothing he could openly refute." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Neither by word nor gesture had Sano ever indicated a desire to steal Yanagisawa's power." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Why couldn't they coexist peacefully?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Anger shot fire through Sano's blood, preparing him for a battle he always lost." }, { "from": "human", "value": "However, Yanagisawa smiled at Sano, enhancing his masculine beauty." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If there's any way in which I can be of assistance, please let me know. We must cooperate to eliminate the potential threat to His Excellency.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sano regarded the chamberlain with suspicion. Yet he saw no malice in Yanagisawa's dark, liquid gaze, only an apparently genuine friendliness.\n\n\"Ahh, that is what I like to see—my best men working together for my benefit,\" the shogun declared, flopping over so the masseur could work on his chest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Especially since I was beginning to get the idea that you two did not, ahh, get along. How silly of me.\" Tokugawa Tsunayoshi chuckled." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Throughout Yanagisawa's war on Sano, their lord had remained blithely oblivious." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Yanagisawa didn't want his quest for power exposed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "For Sano to speak against the shogun's chief representative was tantamount to speaking against the shogun himself: treason, the ultimate disgrace, punishable by death." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Now Sano wondered what new strategy Yanagisawa had devised for his ruin.\n\n\"I am glad for your protection,\" the shogun continued, \"because the murder of Lady Harume signals a dire threat to my whole, ahh, regime. By killing one of my favorite concubines, someone wants to ensure that I never beget an heir, thereby leaving the succession uncertain and allowing the opportunity for a rebellion.\"\n\nChamberlain Yanagisawa said, \"That's a very insightful interpretation of the crime.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The shogun beamed, flattered by the praise. When Yanagisawa exchanged with Sano a veiled glance of mutual surprise at their lord's unexpected perspicacity, Sano's suspicion grew. This was the first time any hint of comradeship had arisen between them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hope rose in Sano despite their troubled history." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Could the chamberlain have changed?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I have been continually thwarted in my, ahh, quest for a son,\" Tokugawa Tsunayoshi lamented." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"My wife is a barren invalid. Two hundred concubines have failed to produce any children either. Priests chant prayers night and day; I've given a fortune in offerings to the gods. On my honorable mother's advice, I issued the Dog Protection Edicts.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Priest Ryuko had convinced Lady Keisho-in that in order for the shogun to father a son, he must atone for the sins of his ancestors." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Since he'd been born in the year of the dog, he must do this by protecting dogs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Now any person who injured one was imprisoned; anyone who killed a dog was executed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The situation illustrated Ryuko's influence over Keisho-in, and hers over the shogun, both of which had strengthened despite his continued failure to beget an heir." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But all my efforts have been fruitless.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tokugawa Tsunayoshi's head lolled as the masseur kneaded his shoulders. \"Perhaps the concubines are all as inadequate as my wife, or my ancestors' sins were too great for me to, ahh, overcome.\"\n\nSano privately thought that the trouble was neither the women nor ancestral misdeeds, but Tsunayoshi's preference for manly love." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He kept a harem of young peasant boys, samurai, priests, and actors with whom he spent much of his leisure time. Was he even capable of impregnating the concubines? However, since it wasn't Sano's place to contradict his lord, he remained silent, as did Yanagisawa." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A cold touch of foreboding disturbed Sano as he saw how Yanagisawa stood to gain by the shogun's lack of a successor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Without one, Tokugawa Tsunayoshi couldn't retire; control of the bakufu couldn't pass from the chamberlain to a new regime." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Had Yanagisawa ordered Lady Harume's murder to extend the duration of his supremacy?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Was this the reason for whatever scheme he was now deploying? Remembering the Bundori Murder case, in which Yanagisawa had been a suspect, Sano dreaded a repeat of the scenario that had almost cost him his life and honor. How he longed to believe Yanagisawa had reformed!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"My past troubles with begetting an heir can be attributed to fate,\" Tokugawa Tsunayoshi whined." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But the poisoning of Lady Harume was an act of human evil—an intolerable outrage! She was young, strong, and healthy; I had great hopes that she would succeed where my other women had, ahh, let me down. Sōsakan Sano, you must catch her murderer quickly and deliver him to justice.\"\n\n\"Yes, you must,\" Chamberlain Yanagisawa said. \"Rumors of conspiracies are circulating around the castle. There will be serious trouble if the murder case isn't resolved soon.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Here it comes, thought Sano, wincing inwardly as he prepared to combat another of Yanagisawa's attempts to make him look incompetent. Then the chamberlain turned to him and said, \"My suggestion is to trace the route of the ink jar from its origin to Lady Harume, and determine when and where the poison was introduced.\"\n\nThis logical strategy had already occurred to Sano, who watched his enemy in growing amazement as Yanagisawa continued, \"If you need help, I shall be glad to make my staff available to you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Even more suspicious, Sano replied, \"Thank you, Honorable Chamberlain. I'll keep your offer in mind.\"\n\nYanagisawa rose and bowed his farewells to the shogun, then to Sano and Hirata, who also took their leave. \"Spare no effort or expense in catching Lady Harume's murderer,\" Tokugawa Tsunayoshi commanded between grunts and gasps as the masseur pummeled his chest." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I am counting on you to save me and my regime from destruction!\"\n\nOutside the palace, Hirata said, \"Why is Chamberlain Yanagisawa acting so nice? He must be up to something. You're not going to accept his help, are you?\"\n\nSano winced at his blunt-spoken retainer's mention of a sensitive issue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Caution and wishful thinking pulled him in opposite directions. He knew Yanagisawa, and didn't trust him. Yet how much easier his work would be with the chamberlain's cooperation!" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Mandatory inclusion (with quotes): Nor can I. I'll send out spies to check up on him. Now, in the interest of saving time, we'd better split up to interview Lieutenant Kushida and Lady Ichiteru. Which one do you want?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Maybe he's decided to call a truce,\" Sano said as they walked through the garden.\n\n\"Sumimasen—excuse me, but I can't believe that!\"\n\nCaution won out. Sano said, \"Nor can I. I'll send out spies to check up on him. Now, in the interest of saving time, we'd better split up to interview Lieutenant Kushida and Lady Ichiteru. Which one do you want?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hirata's expression turned pensive." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"My great-grandfather and Kushida's fought in the Battle of Sekigahara together. Our families still visit on New Year's Day. I'm not close to Kushida—he's fourteen years older than I am—but I've known him as long as I can remember.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Then you'd better take Lady Ichiteru,\" Sano said, \"so your lack of objectivity won't affect the investigation.\"\n\nAfter a moment's hesitation, Hirata nodded.\n\n\"Is everything all right?\" Sano asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes, of course,\" Hirata said quickly. \"I'll speak to Lady Ichiteru right away.\"\n\nSano dismissed his misgivings." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hirata had never let him down before." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"One of Ichiteru's attendants is a girl named Midori,\" Sano said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I know her from my first murder case.\"\n\nMidori, a daughter of Lord Niu of Satsuma Province, had helped Sano identify her sister's killer, an act that had resulted in her banishment to a distant nunnery. Sano had used his influence to bring her back to Edo and secured her a post as an Edo Castle lady-in-waiting, a desirable situation for girls from prominent families." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "yo next eight sentences bits needed. Laura Joh Rowland style, Historical Fiction, Mystery, Japan genre. this is from a bigger story k?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Sara-waka-cho theater quarter was located near Edo's Ginza district, named for the Tokugawa silver mint. Bright signs advertised performances; music and cheers rang out from the open upper-story windows of the theaters. In framework towers atop the roofs, men beat drums to attract audiences. People of all ages and classes lined up at ticket booths; teahouses and restaurants were filled with customers. Hirata left his horse at a public stable and continued on foot through the noisy crowd. On Sano's orders, he'd already dispatched one team of detectives to search for the itinerant drug peddler Choyei, and another to search the Large Interior for poison and other evidence. Upon going to the women's quarters to question Lady Ichiteru, he'd been informed that she was spending the day at the Satsuma-za puppet theater. Now, as he neared the theater, a growing apprehension sped his heartbeat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He'd lied when he had told Sano everything was all right, trying to reassure himself that he was capable of handling the interview with Lady Ichiteru. Women didn't always intimidate him the way Lady Keisho-in and Madam Chizuru had last night; he liked them, and had enjoyed many romances with maids and shopkeepers' daughters. However, the ladies of powerful men tapped a deep sense of inadequacy within him. Usually Hirata took pride in his humble origin and what he'd achieved in spite of it. In courage, intelligence, and martial arts skill, he knew he equalled many a high-ranking samurai; thus, he could face his male superiors with aplomb. But the women...\n\nTheir elegant beauty inspired in him a hopeless longing. A bachelor at the late age of twenty-one, Hirata had deferred marriage in the hope of one day advancing high enough to wed a fine lady who would never have to slave like his mother had, keeping house and caring for a family without benefit of servants. As Sano's chief retainer, he'd achieved that goal; his family had received proposals from prominent clans seeking a closer association with the shogun's court, offering their daughters as Hirata's prospective brides." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sano would act as go-between and arrange a match." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yet still Hirata delayed his wedding. Ladies of high class made him feel coarse, dirty, and inferior, as if none of his accomplishments mattered—he would never be good enough to associate with them, let alone deserve one as a wife.\n\nNow Hirata stopped outside the Satsuma-za, a large, open-air arena comprised of wooden walls built around a courtyard. Above the entrance, five plumed arrows—symbol of the puppet theater—pierced a railing hung with indigo curtains bearing the establishment's crest. Vertical banners announced the names of current plays. An attendant seated on a platform collected admission fees, while another guarded the doorway, a narrow horizontal slot in the wall that prevented theatergoers from entering without paying. Hirata made up his mind that he would not let Lady Ichiteru upset him as the shogun's mother had. Poisoning—a devious, indirect crime—was the classic method of female killers, and Ichiteru was therefore the prime murder suspect." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"One, please,\" Hirata told the attendant, offering the requisite coins." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ducking through the door, he found himself in the theater's entry way. He'd come in at an intermission during the daylong series of plays, and the space was jammed with patrons buying tea, sake, rice cakes, fruit, and roasted melon seeds from food stalls. Hirata left his shoes beside a row of others and eased his way through the crowd, wondering how to find Lady Ichiteru, whom he'd never met.\n\n\"Hirata-san?\"\n\nHe turned at the sound of a female voice calling his name. Before him stood a young lady several years his junior. Clad in a bright red silk kimono printed with blue and gold parasols, she had glossy shoulder-length black hair, round cheeks, and bright, merry eyes. She bowed, then said, \"I'm Niu Midori.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her voice was high, lilting, girlish." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I just wanted to convey my respects to your master.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "A smile curved her full, rosy lips and dimpled her cheeks." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He once did me a big favor, and I'm truly grateful to him.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes, I know—he told me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hirata smiled back, charmed by her unaffected manner, which he hadn't expected from a woman of Midori's social status." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her father was an \"outside lord\"—a daimyo whose clan had suffered defeat at the Battle of Sekigahara and later sworn allegiance to the victorious Tokugawa faction." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Niu, though stripped of their ancestral fief and relocated to distant Kyushu, remained one of the wealthiest, most powerful families in Japan." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But Midori seemed as natural as the girls Hirata had romanced." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Feeling suddenly lighthearted and cocky, he bowed and said, \"I'm delighted to meet you.\"\n\n\"The pleasure is all mine.\" Now Midori's expression grew wistful. \"Is the Sōsakan-sama well?\" When assured that Sano was in perfect health, she said, \"So he's married now.\" Her sigh told Hirata that she liked Sano and had once cherished hopes of a match with him. Then she regarded Hirata with lively interest. \"I've heard lots about you. You were a policeman, weren't you? How exciting!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At a food stall, Midori bought a tray of tea and cakes. \"Here, let me help you,\" Hirata said.\n\nShe dimpled. \"Thank you. You must be very brave to be a detective.\"\n\n\"Not really,\" Hirata said modestly. They moved to a vacant spot, and he related some heroic tales of his police career.\n\n\"How wonderful!\" Midori clapped her hands. \"And I've heard how you helped capture a band of smugglers in Nagasaki. Oh, I do wish I could have seen that.\"\n\n\"It was nothing,\" Hirata said, preening under her frank admiration." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She was really very pretty and sweet. \"Now I'm investigating the murder of Lady Harume, and I need to speak with Lady Ichiteru. I have some questions for you, too,\" he added, recalling Sano's instructions.\n\n\"Oh, good! I'll tell you whatever I can.\" Midori smiled. \"Come and sit with us. We can talk until the play starts.\"\n\nAs Hirata followed her into the theater, his confidence soared. He'd found it so easy conversing with Midori; he should do just fine with Lady Ichiteru.\n\nIn the sunny theater courtyard, tatami mats covered the ground. Charcoal braziers warmed the air." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The audience knelt in chattering groups." }, { "from": "human", "value": "At the front, the stage consisted of a long wooden railing, from which hung a black curtain to conceal from view puppeteers, chanter, and musicians." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Midori led Hirata toward the choice seating area directly in front of the stage, which was occupied by a row of richly dressed ladies with their maids and guards.\n\n\"That's Lady Ichiteru at the end.\" Suddenly Midori seemed shy, uncertain. \"Hirata-san. Please forgive me if I'm interfering, but—I must warn you to be careful. I don't know anything for sure, but I—\" She continued stammering, but just then, Lady Ichiteru turned and caught Hirata's eye.\n\nWith a long, tapering face, high-bridged nose, and narrow, tilted eyes, she was a classic beauty from ancient court paintings—or from the cheap booklets advertising the courtesans of the Yoshiwara pleasure quarter. Everything about her reflected this startling combination of high-class refinement and common sensuality. Dainty red lips had been painted over a mouth that was full, lush, and not quite hidden beneath the white makeup that covered her face. Her hairstyle, looped up at the sides and long in the back, was simple and severe, but anchored with an elaborate ornament of silk flowers and lacquer combs in the style of a high-ranking prostitute." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her burgundy brocade kimono slid off her shoulders in the latest, provocative fashion, yet the skin of her long neck and rounded shoulders looked pure, white, and untouched by any man. Ichiteru's gaze was at once veiled and remote, sly and knowing.\n\nHirata felt his knees tremble, and an embarrassing flush spread heat over his body. Like a dream walker he moved toward Lady Ichiteru. He was barely conscious of Midori performing introductions and explaining his presence. His surroundings receded into blurry shadow, while Ichiteru alone remained vivid and distinct. A profound arousal stirred in his loins. Never before had he been so immediately attracted to a woman." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lady Ichiteru spoke in the trailing, mannered speech of a highborn woman: \"... pleased to make your acquaintance... Of course I shall help with your inquiry in any way I can...\"\n\nHer voice was a husky murmur that insinuated its way into Hirata's mind like dark, intoxicating smoke. She raised a silk fan, covering the lower half of her face. By lowering her eyelids and inclining her head, she invited Hirata to sit beside her. He did so, with an absentminded glance at Midori when she took the tea tray from him and began passing out refreshments to the party, her face unhappy. Then Hirata forgot Midori completely.\n\n\"I—I want to know—\" he floundered, trying to collect his wits. Lady Ichiteru's perfume cloaked him in the potent, bittersweet scent of exotic flowers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hirata felt horribly conscious of his cropped hair; the disguise that had saved his life in Nagasaki made him look more peasant than samurai." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What was your relationship with Lady Harume?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Harume was a pert little thing...\" Ichiteru shrugged delicately, and her kimono slid further off her shoulders, exposing the tops of her full breasts. Hirata, wrenching his gaze back to her face, felt himself grow erect. \"... but she was a common peasant. Hardly a person with whom a member of the imperial family... such as I... should have cared to associate.\" Ichiteru's nostrils flared in haughty disdain.\n\nThrough a haze of desire, Hirata recalled Madam Chizuru's statement. \"But weren't you jealous when Harume came to the castle and—and—took your place in His Excellency's, uh, bedchamber?\"\n\nThe last word was no sooner spoken than he longed to snatch it back. Why couldn't he have said \"affections,\" or some other polite euphemism for Lady Ichiteru's relations with the shogun?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mortified by his own crassness, Hirata regretted that nothing in his police experience had prepared him for discussing intimate matters with women of high class." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He should have let Sano question Lady Ichiteru!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Now, against his will, Hirata imagined a scene in Tokugawa Tsunayoshi's private suite: Lady Ichiteru on the futon, disrobing; and in place of the shogun, Hirata himself. Excitement heated his blood.\n\nA hint of a smile played upon Lady Ichiteru's lips—did she know what he was thinking? Eyes lowered meekly, she said, \"What right have I... a mere woman... to mind my lord's choice of companion? And if Harume had not succeeded me, someone else would have.\" A shadow of emotion crossed her serene features. \"I am in my twenty-ninth year.\"\n\n\"I see.\" Hirata recalled that concubines retired after that age, to marry, become palace officials, or return to their families. So Ichiteru was eight years older than he." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Ensure 'cherry' appears 2 time(s) in your answer" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Suddenly the chaste young girls he'd considered as prospective brides seemed dull, unattractive. \"Well, ah,\" he said, groping for the line of inquiry he'd begun.\n\nA maid passed Lady Ichiteru a plate of dried cherries. She took one, then said to Hirata, \"Will you partake of refreshment?\"\n\n\"Yes, thank you.\" Grateful for the distraction, he popped a cherry in his mouth.\n\nIchiteru pursed her lips and opened them. Slowly she inserted the fruit, pushing it in with her fingertip. Hirata gulped, swallowing his cherry whole." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He'd often seen women eat this way, careful not to touch food to their lips and smear the rouge." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But on Lady Ichiteru, it looked so erotic. Her long, smooth fingers seemed made for holding, stroking, and inserting into bodily orifices...\n\nShamed by his thoughts, Hirata said, \"There were reports that you and Lady Harume didn't get along.\"\n\n\"Edo Castle is full of gossips who have nothing better to do than malign other people,\" she murmured. Face averted, she daintily extracted the cherry pit from her mouth.\n\nOn its own volition, Hirata's hand reached out. Ichiteru dropped the seed into his palm. It was warm and moist with her saliva." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He gazed at her in helpless lust until the loud, insistent clacking of wooden clappers sounded." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He looked up to see that the audience now filled the theater; the play was about to start. A man dressed in black walked in front of the stage and announced, \"The Satsuma-za welcomes you to the premier performance of Tragedy at Shimonoseki, which is based upon a true story of recent events.\" He recited the names of the chanter, puppeteers, and musicians, then shouted, \"Tozai—hear ye!\"\n\nFrom behind the curtain came melancholy samisen music. A painted backdrop showing a garden appeared above the curtain. The chanter's disembodied voice uttered a series of wails, then intoned, \"In the fifth month of Genroku year two, in the provincial city of Shimonoseki, the beautiful, blind Okiku awaits the return of her husband, a samurai who is in Edo attending his lord. Her sister Ofuji comforts her.\"\n\nThe audience cheered as two female puppets with painted wooden heads, long black hair, and bright silk kimonos made their entrance. One had a sad, pretty face; her eyes were closed to indicate Okiku's blindness." }, { "from": "human", "value": "While she simulated weeping, the chanter's voice altered to a high, feminine pitch: \"Oh, how I miss my dear Jimbei. He's been gone so long; I shall perish of loneliness.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her sister Ofuji was plain, with a frown slanting her brows. \"You're lucky to have such a fine man,\" the chanter said in a lower tone. \"Pity me, with no husband at all.\" Then he informed the audience, \"In her blindness, Okiku does not see that Ofuji is in love with Jimbei, or that her sister envies her good fortune and wishes her ill.\"\n\nOkiku sang a sad love song, accompanied by samisen, flute, and drum. The audience stirred in expectancy; a loud buzz of conversation arose: silence during performances was not a habit of Edo theatergoers. Hirata, still clutching Lady Ichiteru's cherry pit, forced his thoughts back to the investigation.\n\n\"Did you know that Lady Harume was going to tattoo herself?\" he asked." }, { "from": "system", "value": "🔍 Find a place to insert: \"I have heard shocking rumors... Tell me, if I may be so bold to ask... Where on Harume's person was the tattoo?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"... I was not on such intimate terms with Harume that she would confide in me.\" From behind her fan, Ichiteru favored Hirata with a glance that slid over him like a warm breath. \"I have heard shocking rumors... Tell me, if I may be so bold to ask... Where on Harume's person was the tattoo?\"\n\nHirata gulped. \"It was on her, uh,\" he faltered. Did she really not know the location of the tattoo? Was she innocent? \"It was, uh—\"\n\nThe faintest amusement curved Lady Ichiteru's lips.\n\n\"Above her crotch,\" Hirata blurted." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Shame washed over him like a tide of boiling water. Had Ichiteru deliberately manipulated him into using the crude term? She was so provocative, yet so elegant. How would he ever finish this interview? Wretchedly, Hirata stared at the stage.\n\nOkiku's song had ended. Now a sly, handsome samurai puppet sidled onto the stage. \"Jimbei's younger brother Bannojo is secretly in love with Okiku and wants her for himself,\" the chanter narrated." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Bannojo beckoned to Ofuji." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Unobserved by the blind Okiku, the pair conspired. Jealous Ofuji agreed to let the covetous Bannojo into the house that night. The music turned discordant. Murmurs of anticipation swept the audience. Hirata grasped at the shreds of his professional demeanor. \"Had you been in Lady Harume's room prior to her death?\" he asked.\n\n\"It would degrade one to enter the chamber of a vulgar peasant. One just...\" insinuation filmed Ichiteru's covert glance \"... doesn't.\"\n\nIf she hadn't gone into Harume's room, did that mean she couldn't have poisoned the ink?" }, { "from": "system", "value": "You must use the word 'okiku' exactly 2 times in your response" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Despite his police training, Hirata was unable to think clearly or follow the logic of the interrogation, because Lady Ichiteru's remark had pierced the heart of his insecurity. He felt vulgar in her presence; it seemed she was rejecting him, as she had Harume, as unworthy of her regard. Humiliation edged his desire.\n\nOnstage, a new backdrop appeared: a bedchamber, with a crescent moon in the window to indicate night. Beautiful Okiku lay asleep while Ofuji let Bannojo into the room. Warning cries came from the audience.\n\nOkiku stirred and sat up. \"Who's there?\" The chanter made her voice high, frightened." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It is I, Jimbei, home from Edo,\" the chanter answered for Bannojo." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then he explained, \"His voice is so like his brother's, and her longing for her husband so great, that she believes his lie.\"\n\nThe couple sang a joyous duet. Then they tugged each other's sashes loose. Garments fell away, revealing her large breasts, his upright organ. This was the advantage of puppet theater: scenes too explicit for live actors could be shown. Bawdy cheers filled the courtyard as Okiku and Bannojo embraced. Hirata, already too aroused, could hardly bear it. His manhood fully erect now, he feared that Lady Ichiteru and everyone else would notice his condition." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Trying to sound businesslike, he said, \"Have you ever seen a square, black lacquer bottle of ink with Lady Harume's name written in gold on the stopper?\"\n\nAn involuntary gulp caught in his throat. While Ofuji watched from outside the door, Bannojo mounted Okiku. Amid sinuous music, the chanter's moans, and the audience's raucous exclamations, the puppets simulated the sexual act. Hirata squirmed, but Ichiteru viewed the drama with tranquil detachment.\n\n\"When one sees a fancy container of ink... one naturally assumes that it is for writing letters...\" Another veiled glance. \"Perhaps letters of... love.\"\n\nThe last word, spoken on a whisper, sent a shiver through Hirata." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lady Ichiteru raised her hand to her temple, as if to brush away a stray hair. Without looking at him, she lowered her hand, letting the wide sleeve of her kimono fall across Hirata's lap. His loins throbbed at the sudden pressure of its heavy fabric; he gasped. Had she done it by accident, or deliberately? How should he respond?\n\nHe tried to concentrate on the continuing drama onstage, where morning had come, bringing the unexpected-arrival of Okiku's husband, Jimbei. Ofuji triumphantly informed him that his wife and brother had betrayed him. Jimbei, the stern, noble samurai, confronted his wife." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Okiku tried to explain the cruel trick played upon her, but honor demanded revenge." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jimbei stabbed his wife through the chest. Ofuji begged him to marry her, swearing eternal love for him, but Jimbei stormed off in search of his duplicitous brother.\n\nUnder cover of her sleeve, Lady Ichiteru's hand moved onto Hirata's thigh. She began to massage it. Hirata felt her touch as if against his naked flesh, warm and smooth. Breathing hard, he hoped the audience was too engrossed in the play to see. Lady Ichiteru's impassive expression didn't change. But now he knew that her provocation was intentional." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She had maneuvered their whole encounter to this point." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the city marketplace, Bannojo learned of Okiku's death." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Make sure to use 'ichiteru's' 2 time(s) throughout your message" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He rushed to the house and slew the treacherous Ofuji. Just then Jimbei arrived. Accompanied by wild music, the chanter's cries, and shouted encouragement from the audience, the brothers drew their swords and fought. Hirata, almost oblivious to the drama, felt his own excitement rise as Lady Ichiteru's hand crept stealthily to his groin. This shouldn't be happening. It was wrong. She belonged to the shogun, who would have them both killed if this dalliance became known. Hirata knew he should stop her, but the thrill of forbidden contact held him immobile.\n\nIchiteru's finger circled the tip of his manhood." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hirata swallowed a moan." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Around and around. Then she grasped the rigid shaft and began to stroke. Up and down. Hirata's heart thudded; his pleasure mounted. Onstage, the wronged husband, Jimbei, delivered the fatal slash to his brother. Bannojo's wooden head flew off. Up and down moved Ichiteru's hand, her movements expert. Tense and breathless, Hirata approached the brink of climax. He forgot the murder investigation. He no longer cared if anyone saw." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then Jimbei, overcome with grief, committed seppuku beside the corpses of his wife, brother, and sister-in-law. Suddenly the play was over, the audience applauding. Ichiteru withdrew her hand.\n\n\"Farewell, Honorable Detective... this has been a most interesting meeting.\" Eyes modestly downcast, fan shielding her face, she bowed. \"If you need my further assistance... please let me know.\"\n\nHirata, denied the release he craved, gaped in helpless frustration. From Ichiteru's demeanor, the incident might never have taken place." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Too confused to speak, Hirata rose to leave, struggling to recall what he'd learned from the interview." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 3 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "How could a woman he wanted so much be a cold-blooded killer? For the first time in his career, Hirata felt his professional objectivity slipping.\n\nFrom behind the stage curtain, the chanter's solemn voice intoned, \"You have just seen a true story of how treachery, forbidden love, and blindness caused a terrible tragedy. We thank you for attending.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Produce 11 sentences as a continuation. Note: Story may reference established characters/events." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After leaving the Satsuma-za puppet theater, Hirata rode aimlessly around town. Hours slipped by while he relived every moment spent with the woman he desired but could never have. He couldn't think of anything except Lady Ichiteru.\n\nEventually, however, his physical excitement subsided enough for him to grow aware of his actions. Instead of working on the murder investigation, he'd wasted a whole morning on hopeless daydreams! And he'd automatically traveled to his old territory: police headquarters, located in the southernmost corner of Edo's administrative district. Seeing the familiar high stone walls and the stream of doshin, prisoners, and officials passing through the guarded gates restored Hirata's wits. He realized what had happened, and cursed himself for a fool.\n\nLady Ichiteru had avoided answering every single one of his questions. How would he explain to Sano why he'd failed to establish whether Ichiteru had motive or opportunity for Lady Harume's murder? He'd made a complete mess of the crucial interrogation of a prime suspect." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Now he could admit that Ichiteru's evasion indicated her guilt." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And, Hirata thought miserably, a woman of Lady Ichiteru's class wouldn't dally with a man of his, unless for unscrupulous purposes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Still, the knowledge didn't stop Hirata from wanting her, or from hoping she was innocent—and that she wanted him, too. Though he feared another episode of failure and humiliation, he longed to see her again. Should he go back to the theater and demand straight answers? Hot blood filled his loins at the thought of being with Ichiteru, of finishing what they'd started. Reluctantly he decided he was in no shape to conduct an objective interrogation; he must first regain control over his feelings. And Hirata had other leads to investigate besides Lady Ichiteru. Fortunately his detective instincts had brought him to a good starting place.\n\nHirata entered the police compound. After giving his horse to a stableboy, he crossed the yard lined with the barracks where he'd once lived as a doshin, then went inside the main building, a rambling wooden structure. Officers signed on or off duty and delivered criminals in the reception room. From a raised platform, four clerks dispatched messages and dealt with visitors." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Good day, Uchida-san,\" Hirata greeted the chief clerk." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Uchida, an older man with a humorous face, gave Hirata a welcoming smile." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, look who's here again.\" The police station was always a font of information, and Uchida, across whose desk all this information passed, had proved a valuable source many times. \"How's life at Edo Castle?\"\n\nAfter exchanging pleasantries, Hirata explained why he'd come. \"Any reports of an old peddler selling rare drugs?\"\n\n\"Nothing official, but I heard a rumor you might be interested in. Some youths from wealthy merchant families in the Suruga, Ginza, and Asakusa districts have supposedly gotten hold of a substance that induces trances and makes sex more fun. Since there's no law against it, and the users aren't suffering or causing any harm, the police haven't arrested anyone. The dealer is reportedly a man with long white hair and no name.\" Uchida chuckled. \"The doshin are looking for him, mainly, I think, so they can try the drug themselves.\"\n\n\"A man with pleasure potions might also have poisons,\" Hirata said. \"It sounds like he could be the one I'm looking for. Let me know if there's any word on his whereabouts.\"\n\n\"Be glad to—if you'll recommend me to your important friends when they hand out promotions.\" Uchida winked.\n\nHirata left police headquarters, mounted his horse outside the gate—and immediately thought of Lady Ichiteru." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He forced himself to concentrate on the work at hand." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Suruga, Ginza, and Asakusa were separated by considerable distance; apparently the nameless drug dealer ranged all over Edo, and might have moved on by now. Instead of questioning the doshin who had reported on him, Hirata would exploit a better, albeit unofficial, source of information.\n\nPerhaps the activity would keep his mind off Lady Ichiteru.\n\nThe great wooden arch of the Ryogoku Bridge spanned the Sumida River, linking Edo proper with the rural districts of Honjo and Fukagawa on the eastern banks. Below, fishing boats and ferries glided along the water, a shimmering mirror that reflected the vivid autumn foliage along its banks and the blue sky above. Temple bells tolled, their peals sharply vibrant in the clear air.\n\nThe hooves of Hirata's mount clattered on the bridge's wooden planks as he joined the stream of traffic bound for the far end of the bridge, an area known as Honjo Muko—\"Other Side\"—Ryogoku. This had developed in recent years as Edo's population had overflowed the crowded city center. Marshes had been drained; warehouses and docks now lined the shore. In the shadow of the Temple of Helplessness—built upon the burial site of the victims of the Great Fire thirty-three years ago—a flourishing merchant quarter had sprung up. Honjo Muko Ryogoku had also become a popular entertainment center." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Peasants and ronin thronged the wide firebreak, patronizing teahouses, restaurants, storytellers' halls, and gambling dens where men played cards, wagered on turtle races, or hurled arrows at targets to win prizes. Lurid signs above a menagerie depicted wild animals. Barkers shouted come-ons; peddlers sold candy, toys, and fireworks. Hirata headed for a popular attraction, where a large crowd had gathered before a raised platform. There stood a man of remarkable appearance.\n\nHe wore a blue kimono, cotton leggings, straw sandals, and red headband. Coarse black hair covered not only his scalp, but also the other exposed parts of his body: cheeks, chin, neck, ankles, the backs of his hands and tops of his feet, and the wedge of chest at the neckline of his garment. Shaggy brows nearly obscured his beady eyes; a sharp-toothed mouth grinned within his whiskers.\n\n\"Come to the Rat's Freak Show!\" he called, waving toward the curtained doorway behind him. \"See thé Kanto Dwarf and the Living Bodhisattva! Witness other shocking curiosities of nature!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Rat was no less an oddity than his freaks." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He came from the far northern island of Hokkaido, where cold winters caused men to sprout copious body hair. The Ainu, as they were called, reminiscent of apes, very primitive, and usually much taller than other Japanese. Short and wiry, the Rat must have been a runt of his tribe—and an ambitious one. He'd come to Edo as a young man to seek his fortune. A tobacco merchant had let him live in the back of his small shop, charging customers money to see him. The Rat's rodentlike visage had earned him his nickname; his business acumen had turned the merchant's sideline into this lucrative, notorious freak show. Some twenty years later, the Rat now owned the establishment, which he'd inherited upon his master's death.\n\n\"Step inside!\" he invited. \"Admission is only ten zeni!\"\n\nCoins in hand, the audience lined up outside the curtain. The Rat leapt off the platform to usher them inside; his assistant, a hugely muscled giant, collected admission fees." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hirata joined the queue." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Seeing his empty hands, the giant growled, frowning." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's you I've come to see,\" Hirata told the Rat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ah, Hirata-san.\" The Rat's beady eyes took on a gleam of avaricious cunning; he rubbed his hairy paws together. \"What can I do for you today?\"\n\n\"I need some information.\"\n\nThe Rat, who roamed Edo and the provinces in an ongoing hunt for new freaks, also collected news. He supplemented his income by selling choice information. While a police officer, Hirata had caught the Rat during a raid on an illegal brothel, and the Rat had bartered his way out of an arrest by telling Hirata the whereabouts of an outlaw who had eluded Edo police for years. Since then, Hirata had often used the Rat as an informant. His prices were high, but his service reliable.\n\n\"Better come inside,\" the Rat said now. \"Show's about to start, and I have to announce the acts.\" He spoke with an odd, rustic accent." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We can talk during them.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hirata followed him into the building, where the audience had gathered in a narrow room with a curtained stage. The Rat jumped onto this. Extolling the wonders of what was to come, he whipped the crowd into a noisy, eager frenzy, then announced, \"And now I present the Kanto Dwarf!\"\n\nThe curtain opened and out walked a grotesque figure, half the height of a normal man, with a large head, stunted body, and short limbs. Dressed in bright theatrical robes, he sang a song from a popular Kabuki drama. The audience cheered. The Rat joined Hirata at the side of the stage.\n\n\"I'm looking for an itinerant drug peddler named Choyei,\" Hirata said, relating the meager background material that existed on the man.\n\nThe Rat's feral grin flashed. \"So you want to know who sold and who bought the poison that killed the shogun's concubine. Not easy, finding someone who doesn't want to be found. Plenty of hiding places in Edo.\"\n\nHirata wasn't fooled. The Rat always began negotiations by stressing the difficulty of obtaining a particular piece of information. \"Thirty coppers if you find him by tomorrow,\" Hirata said. \"After that, twenty.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "On stage, the dwarf's song ended." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Include 'hirata' 3 time(s) in your answer - no more, no less" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Excuse me,\" said the Rat. He bounded onto the stage and announced, \"The Living Bodhisattva!\" Amid more cheers, a woman appeared. She wore a sleeveless garment to show off her three arms. She struck poses reminiscent of statues of the many-armed Buddhist deity of mercy, then invited audience members to bet on which of three overturned cups hid a peanut. The Rat rejoined Hirata. \"A hundred coppers, no matter when I find your man.\"\n\nOther acts followed: a dancing fat man; a hermaphrodite singing the male and female parts of a duet. The negotiations continued. At last Hirata said, \"Seventy coppers if you find him within two days, fifty thereafter, and nothing if I find Choyei first. That's my final offer.\"\n\n\"All right, but I want an advance of twenty coppers to cover my expenses,\" the Rat said.\n\nHirata nodded, handing over the coins." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Rat stuffed them into the pouch at his waist, then went to announce the final act." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word frequency rule: 'hirata' × 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And now, the event you've all been waiting for: Fukurokujo, god of wisdom!\"\n\nOut walked a boy about ten years old. His features were as tiny as a baby's, his eyes closed, his head elongated into a high dome that resembled that of the legendary god. Gasps of surprise came from the audience.\n\n\"For an added charge of five zeni, Fukurokujo will tell your fortune!\" cried the Rat. Eagerly the audience pressed forward. The Rat said to Hirata, \"To seal our bargain, I'll give you a free fortune.\" He led Hirata onto the stage and placed Hirata's hand on the boy's forehead. \"Oh, great Fukurokujo, what do you see in this man's future?\"\n\nEyes still closed, the \"god\" said in a high, childish voice, \"I see a beautiful woman. I see danger and death.\" As the audience emitted oohs and ahs, he keened, \"Beware, beware!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The memory of Lady Ichiteru came rushing back to Hirata." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 4 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He saw her lovely, impassive face; felt her hand upon him; heard again the wild music of the puppet theater underscoring his desire. He experienced anew the stirring mixture of lust and humiliation. Even as he recalled her trickery and the penalty for consorting with the shogun's concubine, he yearned for Ichiteru with a frightening passion. He knew he must see her again—if not to repeat the interview and salvage his professional reputation, then to see where their erotic encounter would lead." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Expand on the story, maintaining character relationships, in the Historical Fiction, Mystery, Japan genre." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The baying of dogs echoed across Edo, as if a thousand beasts heralded the hour that bore their name. Night submerged the city in wintry darkness, extinguishing lights, vacating streets. Moonlight turned the Sumida River into a ribbon of liquid silver. At the end of a pier far upstream from the city rose a pavilion. Lanterns suspended from the upturned eaves of its tile roof illuminated banners bearing the Tokugawa crest and walls decorated with carved gilt-and-lacquer dragons. The water reflected its glittering, inverted image. Soldiers stood watch on the pier and in small craft anchored off the forested shoreline, guarding the safety and privacy of the pavilion's lone occupant.\n\nInside, Chamberlain Yanagisawa sat on the tatami-covered floor, studying official documents in the flickering light of oil lamps. The remains of his evening meal littered a tray by his side; from a charcoal brazier, smoke drifted out the slatted windows. This was Yanagisawa's favorite site for secret meetings, away from Edo Castle and any eavesdroppers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tonight he'd heard reports from metsuke spies who'd just returned from assignments in the provinces." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Now he awaited his final rendezvous, which concerned the most important matter of all: the status of his plot against Sōsakan Sanó.\n\nVoices and footsteps sounded on the pier. Yanagisawa tossed his papers on a cushioned bench and stood. Peering out the window, he saw a guard escorting a small figure along the pier toward the pavilion. Yanagisawa smiled when he recognized Shichisaburo, dressed in multicolored brocade theatrical robes. Anticipation quickened his heartbeat. He threw open the door, admitting a rush of cold air.\n\nUp the pier came Shichisaburo, moving with ritual grace as if entering a No stage. Seeing his master, his eyes lit in convincing delight. He bowed, chanting:\n\n\"Now I will dance the moon's dance," }, { "from": "human", "value": "My sleeves are trailing clouds," }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Dancing, I will sing my joy,\n\nAgain and again while the night endures.\"\n\nThis was a quote from the play Kantan, written by the great Zeami Motokiyo, about a Chinese peasant who has a vivid dream of ascending the throne of the emperor. Yanagisawa and Shichisaburo often enjoyed performing scenes from a favorite drama, and Yanagisawa responded with the next lines:\n\n\"And yet while the night endures,\n\nThe sun rises bright,\n\nWhile we think it is still night,\n\nDay has already come.\"\n\nDesire spread warmth through Yanagisawa. The boy was a masterful actor—and so arrestingly beautiful." }, { "from": "system", "value": "IMPORTANT: 'yanagisawa' should appear 2 times in total" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But for now, business took precedence over pleasure. Drawing Shichisaburo into the pavilion and closing the door, Yanagisawa asked, \"Have you carried out the orders I gave you last night?\"\n\n\"Oh, yes, my lord.\"\n\nIn the lamplight, the young actor's face radiated happiness. His presence infused the room with the fresh, sweet fragrance of youth. Intoxicated, Chamberlain Yanagisawa inhaled hungrily. \"Did you have any trouble getting inside?\"\n\n\"None at all, my lord,\" Shichisaburo said. \"I followed your instructions. No one stopped me. It was perfect.\"\n\n\"Were you able to find what we needed?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Despite the fact that they were alone, Yanagisawa followed his usual practice of speaking in a circumspect manner." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh, yes. It was right where you said it would be.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Did anyone see you?\"\n\nThe young actor shook his head. \"No, my lord, I was careful.\" His mouth quirked in a mischievous smile. \"And even if someone had seen me, they wouldn't have guessed who I was, or what I was doing.\"\n\n\"No. They wouldn't.\" Remembering their ploy, Yanagisawa smiled, too. \"Where did you put it?\" The actor stood on tiptoe to whisper in his ear, and he chuckled. \"Superb. You've done very well.\"\n\nShichisaburo clapped his hands with glee." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Honorable Chamberlain, you're so brilliant! The Sōsakan-sama is sure to fall into the trap.\" Then doubt furrowed his childish brow. \"But what if he happens to miss it somehow?\"\n\n\"He won't,\" Yanagisawa said confidently. \"I know how Sano thinks and acts. He'll do just as I've predicted. But if for some reason he doesn't, I'll help him.\" Yanagisawa chuckled. \"How appropriate that my other rival should provide the tool for the destruction of them both. All we have to do is wait and be patient. Right now, I can think of a pleasant way to pass the time. Come here.\"\n\nYanagisawa grasped Shichisaburo's hand, pulling him close. But the boy playfully resisted. \"Wait, my lord. I have a surprise for you. If you will please permit me?\"\n\nWith a tantalizing smile, he unknotted his sash and let it drop to the floor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ceremoniously he shrugged off his outer kimono, one sleeve at a time." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He stepped out of his flowing trousers. Desire welled in Chamberlain Yanagisawa's throat and groin. No one else undressed with such graceful flair. He couldn't wait to see what new erotic delight the actor had in store for him.\n\nShichisaburo's eyes glowed, reflecting his master's excitement. Prolonging their pleasure, he paused for a dramatic moment in his white under-robe. Then he peeled the robe away from his shoulders and let it fall. Triumphantly he flung out his arms, displaying himself for Yanagisawa's inspection. Yanagisawa gasped; his heart lurched.\n\nRaw gashes marked Shichisaburo's chest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Recent and unhealed, the cuts were red, caked with darkening blood, lurid against the fair, smooth skin." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The crudest one bisected his left nipple. Another ran down through his navel, into his loincloth. He looked like the victim of a savage attack.\n\n\"I did it for you, my lord!\" Shichisaburo exclaimed. \"To show that I'm willing to endure pain and suffering for your sake.\"\n\nRitual self-mutilation, performed with swords or daggers, was an age-old practice by which samurai lovers demonstrated their loyalty and devotion to each other. Therefore, Shichisaburo's action didn't really surprise Yanagisawa, now that the initial shock had passed. Amused by the boy's eagerness to please, he laughed.\n\n\"You've done well,\" he said.\n\nShichisaburo knelt. Taking Chamberlain Yanagisawa's hand, he pressed it against the wound on his breast." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His skin felt feverish." }, { "from": "system", "value": "At some point in your response, insert this verbatim: \"With my blood, I pledge my eternal love for you, my lord,\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"With my blood, I pledge my eternal love for you, my lord,\" he whispered.\n\nHis eyes blazed with passion—genuine, unfeigned passion. The laughter died in Yanagisawa's throat. Stunned, he said, \"You really mean it, don't you?\" Deep within him, something trembled, like the ground during an earthquake. \"Everything you say about your feelings for me, it's all true. You're not just acting. You mean every word!\"\n\nThe boy nodded. \"At first I was acting,\" he admitted. \"Then I grew to love you.\" His smile was full of yearning affection. \"You're so beautiful and strong, so intelligent and powerful. You're everything I want, everything I could wish to be. I would do anything for you!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He raised Yanagisawa's hand to his face, pressing his mouth to its palm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A torrent of emotion flooded Yanagisawa. First came disbelief that anyone would make such a gesture of self-sacrifice for him. Into his mind flashed a vivid memory. On the day he'd achieved the post of chamberlain, he had hosted a lavish gala at Edo Castle, with music, dancers, Kabuki skits, the best food and sake. All the male guests were subordinates who wanted favors from him. All the women were courtesans bought with his new wealth. No family—he remained estranged from them; no friends—he had none. The guests with whom he'd celebrated cared nothing about him, except for the power he wielded. In the midst of insincere smiles and congratulations, Yanagisawa had experienced a feeling of complete emptiness.\n\nNow that same emptiness opened into a vast, yawning cavern inside him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "From it howled the voice of his soul, demanding the love he craved but had never known." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tears rushed to Yanagisawa's eyes—tears he thought had been spent at his brother's funeral, but had instead accumulated into a huge reservoir of loneliness. Shichisaburo's tribute moved him to the core. He wanted to embrace the boy and sob out his gratitude, to feel tender arms around him while the armor shielding his heart crumbled.\n\nThen, across the distance of time, he heard his father's voice: \"... lazy, unfit to be my son... pathetic, dishonorable...\" Yanagisawa recalled the blows with the wooden pole. Again he experienced the feeling of sheer worthless-ness, the feeling that he didn't deserve love. Hating the awful sensation, wanting to make it go away, he forced himself to remember who he was: the shogun's second-in-command. And who Shichisaburo was: just a little peasant, foolish enough to injure his own body for another person. How could he have the temerity to love the ruler of Japan?\n\nYanagisawa's yearning and gratitude turned to rage. Jerking his hand away from Shichisaburo, he demanded, \"How dare you treat me in this impertinent manner?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He slapped Shichisaburo's face." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The young actor gasped; hurt filled his eyes. \"I never ordered you to love me.\" Anyone capable of loving him was beneath contempt \"How dare you?\"\n\nThe lessons of a lifetime filled him with a fear that increased his anger. Love made a person vulnerable, dependent; love could only lead to misery. Hadn't his parents spurned his childhood efforts to please them and win affection? The rejection had hurt even worse than the blows. In Shichisaburo's love, Yanagisawa glimpsed the terrible promise of future rejection, more pain—unless he did something to avert the threat.\n\n\"I'm your lord, not your paramour,\" Yanagisawa shouted, his voice ragged as he fought to control his warring emotions. \"Show some respect! Bow down!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "With a swipe of his arm, he knocked the actor off his knees." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Shichisaburo sprawled on the floor. Horrified by his own cruelty, Chamberlain Yanagisawa stifled the urge to apologize, to give in to his craving for love. But the need for self-preservation outweighed all other needs.\n\n\"I'm sorry, my lord.\" Shiehisaburo was sobbing. \"I didn't mean to offend you. I thought you'd be pleased by what I did. A thousand apologies!\"\n\nHe raised himself on his elbows. Chamberlain Yanagisawa struck his jaw, and he fell again. By bringing Yanagisawa's loneliness to the surface, by making him vulnerable, the actor had demeaned him, reversed their positions. Yanagisawa couldn't tolerate the shift in the balance of power. It presaged suffering and ruin that he didn't want to imagine." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Roughly he tore away the white cotton band that bound Shiehisaburo's loins and cleaved his buttocks. Then he stripped off his own robes. Shoving the young actor facedown on the tatami, he straddled Shiehisaburo.\n\n\"I'll show you who is master and who is the slave!\" Yanagisawa shouted.\n\nTrembling with fear, Shiehisaburo wept. They'd often indulged in rough sexual play—but this was not play, and he knew it. \"If it please my lord, I'll never speak of my love again,\" he cried. \"Let's forget what happened and go back to the way we were before!\"\n\nThey could never go back; everything had changed between them. Chamberlain Yanagisawa pummeled Shiehisaburo's back with his fists." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Shiehisaburo moaned, but didn't struggle." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 11 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The lack of resistance further incensed Yanagisawa. He grabbed the boy's hair and slammed his face repeatedly against the floor, while fumbling to liberate his erection from his loincloth.\n\n\"You can do—whatever you wish—to me,\" Shiehisaburo whimpered between anguished gasps. Sweat glistened on his skin; the reek of his terror filled the room, but he spoke up bravely. \"I accept—the pain. Even if you—don't want my love—I'm yours forever. I'll—do anything for you!\"\n\nBefore the violent fusion of pleasure and anger and need could overwhelm him, Chamberlain Yanagisawa realized what he had to do. He must end his liaison with Shiehisaburo—or face the ruin of his power, of his entire self. Yet for now, the young actor was too useful to drop. He'd successfully carried out orders. The stage was set for the destruction of Sano, and Chamberlain Yanagisawa's other rival. But if the plot somehow failed, Yanagisawa might require Shichisaburo's services again before the end of the murder investigation." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Writer's block help needed. This is from a bigger story - gonna send you something then keep it going six sentences at a time. Going for Laura Joh Rowland vibes in the Historical Fiction, Mystery, Japan genre." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sano's last task of the day was hearing reports from his detective corps. In his office, the men related the progress of their hunt for the poison dealer and investigation of the Large Interior. Doctors and pharmacists had been canvassed, without results so far; interviews with the residents of the women's quarters and a search of the rooms had failed to uncover useful information or evidence either. Sano instructed the men to resume work the next day. He assigned a team to track the passage of the ink bottle and letter from the Miyagi estate to Lady Harume. Then the detectives filed out of the room, leaving Sano and Hirata to review their inquiries." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Police headquarters gave me a possible lead on the drug peddler,\" Hirata said, \"an old man selling aphrodisiacs around town. And I'm using one of my informants—the Rat.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sano nodded his approval. The police's drug dealer might have supplied the Indian arrow toxin that had killed Harume, and he was familiar with the Rat's abilities. \"Now, what about Lady Ichiteru?\"\n\nHirata's gaze slid away. \"I spoke with her. But... I don't have anything definite to report yet.\"\n\nHe seemed uncharacteristically distracted, and his eyes shone with a peculiar intensity." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sano was troubled by Hirata's evasiveness, as well as his failure to obtain information on an important suspect." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nonetheless, he hated to reprimand Hirata.\n\n\"I suppose tomorrow is soon enough to finish investigating Lady Ichiteru,\" he said.\n\nHis voice must have conveyed doubt, because Hirata said defensively, \"You know it's not always possible to get the whole story from someone on the first try.\" Squirming, he clasped and unclasped his hands. \"Would you rather interrogate Lady Ichiteru yourself? Don't you trust me? After Nagasaki?\"\n\nSano recalled how his inclination to meet all challenges alone there had almost destroyed him, and how Hirata's competence and loyalty had saved his life." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Of course I trust you,\" Sano said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Changing the subject, he described the examination of Lady Harume's corpse and his interviews with Lieutenant Kushida and the Miyagi." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We'll keep the pregnancy a secret until I inform the shogun. Meanwhile, try to discreetly find out who knew or guessed that Harume was with child.\"\n\n\"Do you think she knew herself?\" Hirata asked.\n\nSano pondered. \"It seems as though she must have at least suspected. My theory is that she didn't report the pregnancy because she wasn't sure who the father was, or whether the shogun would claim the child as his.\" Sano noticed Hirata staring off into space instead of listening. \"Hirata?\"\n\nStarting nervously, Hirata reddened. \"Yes, Sōsakan-sama! Is there something else?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "If Hirata's behavior didn't return to normal soon, Sano thought, they must have a serious talk." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But right now, Sano was eager to see Reiko. \"No. There's nothing else. I'll see you tomorrow.\"\n\n\"What do you mean, she's not here?\" Sano asked the manservant who'd greeted him in the mansion's private living quarters with the news that Reiko had left the house that morning and not yet returned. \"Where did she go?\"\n\n\"She wouldn't say, master. Her escorts sent word that they were taking her to various places in Nihonbashi and Ginza. But it's not clear what she was doing there.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "An unpleasant suspicion formed in Sano's mind." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"When will she be back?\"\n\n\"No one knows. I'm sorry, master.\"\n\nAnnoyed by the postponement of a romantic evening, Sano realized that he was hungry—he hadn't eaten since noon, a bowl of noodles at his mother's house after the interview with Lieutenant Kushida. And he needed to wash away the taint of the illegal dissection. \"Have my bath prepared and my evening meal brought,\" he told the servant.\n\nOnce bathed, dressed in clean robes, and settled in the warm, lamp-lit sitting room, Sano tried to eat his dinner of rice, steamed fish, vegetables, and tea." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But his irritation with Reiko soon turned to concern." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Had something bad happened to her?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Had she left him?\n\nHis appetite lost, Sano paced the sitting room. It occurred to him that this was what marriage must be like for women: waiting at home for their spouses to return, wondering and fretting. Suddenly he understood Reiko's rebellion against her lot in life. But anger precluded sympathy. He didn't like this one bit." }, { "from": "human", "value": "How dare she treat him so?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For the next hour, his rage alternated with growing worry. He imagined Reiko caught in a burning building, or assaulted by outlaws. In his mind he rehearsed the scolding he would give her when she got home.\n\nThen he heard hoofbeats outside. His heart jumped with simultaneous relief and fury. At last! Sano rushed to the front door." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In walked Reiko, followed by her entourage." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The cold wind had put a vivid sparkle in her eyes and loosened strands of long hair from her coiffure. She looked utterly lovely—and satisfied with herself.\n\n\"Where have you been?\" Sano demanded. \"You shouldn't have gone without my permission, and without leaving word of your whereabouts. Explain what you were doing out so late!\"\n\nThe servants, foreseeing a marital dispute, faded away. Reiko squared her shoulders, delicate chin jutting forward." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I was investigating Lady Harume's murder.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"After I ordered you not to?\"\n\n\"Yes!\"\n\nDespite his anger, Sano admired Reiko's nerve. A weaker woman might have lied to avoid censure instead of standing up to him. His attraction to her charged the air of the dim corridor with invisible sparks. And he could tell that she felt it, too." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Self-consciousness broke her gaze; her hand went up to straighten her disheveled hair; her tongue touched the chipped tooth." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He felt himself becoming aroused against his will. He forced a sarcastic laugh.\n\n\"Investigating how? What could you possibly do?\"\n\nHands clasped, jaws set in rigid self-control, Reiko said, \"Don't be so quick to mock me, Honorable Husband.\" Icy scorn frosted her voice. \"I went to Nihonbashi to see my cousin Eri. She's a palace official in the Large Interior. She told me that Lieutenant Kushida was caught in Lady Harume's room two days before the murder. Lady Ichiteru threatened to kill Harume during a fight they had at Kannei Temple.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She laughed at Sano's surprised look." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You didn't know, did you? Without me, you never would have, because both incidents were hushed up. And Eri thinks someone threw a dagger at Harume and tried to poison her last summer.\" Reiko described the events, then said, \"How long might it have taken you to find out? You need my help. Admit it!\"\n\nThis evidence placed Lieutenant Kushida in Lady Harume's room on the day Lord and Lady Miyagi had sent the ink bottle. Kushida might have read the letter and seen the perfect opportunity to administer the poison with which he'd already planned to kill her. Reiko had also confirmed Lady Ichiteru's hatred for Harume. Sano was impressed by Reiko's ability, then furious at her lack of remorse." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"A few stray facts don't solve a case,\" he blustered, although he knew they sometimes did." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And how can I be sure your cousin is a reliable witness, or that her theories are correct? You defied me and risked danger for nothing.\"\n\n\"Danger?\" Reiko frowned in confusion. \"What harm could come from just talking and listening?\"\n\nFurther incensed by his wife's challenge, Sano spared no mercy for her feminine sensibilities. \"When I was a police commander, I had a secretary, a man even younger than you.\" Sano's voice hoarsened at the memory of Tsu-nehiko's childlike innocence." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He died at a highway inn, his throat cut, in a pool of his own blood. He did nothing to deserve death. His only mistake was accompanying me on a murder investigation.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Reiko's eyes widened in shock." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But... you're still all right.\" Her bold voice became a tentative murmur.\n\n\"Only by the grace of the gods,\" Sano retorted. \"I've been attacked—cut, shot at, ambushed, beaten—more times than I care to think about. So believe me when I say that detective work is dangerous. It could get you killed!\"\n\nReiko stared. \"All those things happened while you were investigating crimes and catching murderers?\" she said slowly. The scorn had left her voice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You risked death to do what was right, even when you knew people would kill to stop you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The new admiration in her eyes left Sano more shaken than her defiance had. Speechless, he nodded.\n\n\"I didn't know.\" Reiko took a hesitant step toward him. \"I'm sorry.\"\n\nSano stood paralyzed, unable even to breathe. He sensed in this young woman a dedication to truth and justice that matched his own, a willingness to sacrifice herself for abstract principles, for honor. This similarity of spirit was an undeniable basis for love. The knowledge thrilled, and horrified, Sano." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But Reiko's face shone with joyful recognition of the same fact." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Eagerly she reached out a slim hand to him. \"You understand how I feel,\" she said, responding to their unspoken exchange. Passion heightened her beauty. \"Let's work and serve honor together. Together we can solve the mystery of Lady Harume's murder!\"\n\nWhat would it be like, Sano wondered, to have that passion directed at me in the bedchamber? The thought dizzied him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The prospect of having a partner to share his mission was almost irresistible." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He longed to take the hand she offered.\n\nBut he could not draw his wife into the perilous web of his profession. And he knew his own faults, which he didn't want to encourage in her. How could he live with someone as stubborn, reckless, and single-minded as himself? He still cherished the dream of a submissive wife, a peaceful home.\n\nSano said, \"You've heard my reasons for wanting you to stay out of business that doesn't concern you. I've made my decision, and it's final.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Reiko's hand dropped. Hurt extinguished her radiance like a shroud thrown over a lamp, but her resolve didn't waver." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why should my life not be mine to risk if I choose, or my honor mean less than yours because I'm a woman?\" she demanded. \"I, too, have samurai blood. In centuries past, I would have ridden into battle at your side. Why not now?\"\n\n\"Because that's just the way things are. Your duty is to me, and I expect you to serve it here at home.\" Sano knew he sounded pompous, but he believed every word. \"For you to do otherwise would be pure selfish, willful disregard of your family responsibilities.\"\n\nThe irony of the situation struck him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "That he, who had often jeopardized family duty for the sake of personal causes, should criticize Reiko for doing the same!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Faltering, he grasped for the thread of the argument. \"Now tell me why you went to Ginza. For more women's gossip?\"\n\n\"If you're going to belittle my work, you don't deserve to know.\" Reiko's melodic voice coated a core of steel; her expression was no less cold or hard. \"And if you don't want my help with the investigation, then it can hardly matter. Now please excuse me.\"\n\nAs she swept past him, Sano felt an immediate sense of loss." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And he couldn't let her have the last word." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Reiko. Wait.\" He grabbed her arm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Glaring, she pulled away. Her sleeve tore with a loud, ripping sound. Then she was gone, leaving Sano holding a long piece of silk in his hand.\n\nSano stared after her for a moment. Then he hurled the fragment of sleeve to the floor. His marriage Was going from bad to worse." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Incorporate 'might' into your response exactly 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Stalking to his own chamber, he dressed in outdoor wear, hung his swords at his waist, and summoned a servant. \"Have my horse saddled,\" he said.\n\nHe couldn't solve his problems alone. Therefore, he would consult the one person who might be able to help him with Reiko—and who might also have vital information relating to the murder investigation.\n\n\"Good evening, Sano-san. Please come in.\" Magistrate Ueda, seated in his office, did not seem surprised by Sano's unannounced arrival." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lamps burned on his desk amid writing supplies, official documents, and scattered papers: evidently he was catching up on work. To the servant who had escorted Sano into the mansion, he said, \"Bring tea for my honorable son-in-law.\" Then he gestured for Sano to kneel opposite him.\n\nAs Sano complied, nervousness and shame tightened his stomach. He was unaccustomed to asking for help with personal problems. His trouble with Reiko signified a most embarrassing incompetence; a high-ranking samurai should be able to handle a mere woman." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Seeking advice reflected a weakness that he didn't want to reveal to his father-in-law, whom he respected but hardly knew at all." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Now Sano sought the words to obtain assistance while saving face.\n\nMagistrate Ueda spared him the effort. \"It's my daughter, isn't it?\" At Sano's nod, an expression of grim sympathy came over his features. \"I thought so. What's she done now?\"\n\nEncouraged by the magistrate's frankness, Sano poured out the entire story." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You've known Reiko all her life. Please tell me what to do.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The servant brought tea. Magistrate Ueda frowned and said in the authoritative tone he used in the Court of Justice, \"My daughter is too intelligent and strong-willed for everyone's good. You must control her with a firm hand and show her who's in charge, hmm?\"\n\nThen he sighed and lapsed back into his ordinary voice. \"Who am I to talk? I, who have always given in to Reiko's wishes. Sano-san, I fear you've come to the wrong person for advice.\"\n\nThey gazed at each other in rueful understanding: magistrate of Edo and most honorable investigator, confounded by the woman who united them. Suddenly they were friends." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"By putting our heads together, we should be able to find an answer to the problem,\" Magistrate Ueda said, sipping tea." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I've always compromised with Reiko because I didn't want to break her spirit, which I admire in spite of myself.\" A humorous twinkle lit his eyes when he saw Sano's wry grin. \"Ah, I see that you do, too. Perhaps it's your turn to bend. Why not assign her an easy, safe part of your work, like keeping records?\"\n\n\"That won't satisfy her,\" Sano said with conviction. \"She wants to be a detective.\" Grudgingly, he admitted, \"And she's not bad at it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "As he related Reiko's discoveries, Magistrate Ueda beamed with paternal pride." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Then there must be something else she can do. More covert inquiries, such as she carried out today, might prove very helpful, hmm?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Every instinct in Sano clamored in rebellion against this alternative. \"What if the killer thinks she's a threat and attacks her when I'm not around to protect her?\" Despite his anger at his wife, the thought of losing Reiko shot terror through him. He was falling in love with her, he realized unhappily, with little chance of reciprocation. Yet he refused to relinquish control over his household.\n\n\"Your stubborn nature is a barrier in the path to a happy marriage,\" Magistrate Ueda said." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Add this exact quote somewhere appropriate: \"I was hoping you might be able to give me some background information on the murder suspects.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Reiko will have to submit if you force her obedience, but she would never love or respect you. Therefore I fear that a compromise on your part is necessary.\"\n\nSano sighed. \"All right. I'll try to think of something for Reiko to do.\"\n\nNow he recalled the other reason he'd come to see his father-in-law. \"I was hoping you might be able to give me some background information on the murder suspects.\" Any crimes in their pasts or complaints against them would be recorded in the official court documents. Despite the problems in Sano's marriage, it had brought him one clear benefit: a connection with Magistrate Ueda." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Have Lieutenant Kushida, Lady Ichiteru, or Lord and Lady Miyagi been in trouble before?\"\n\n\"I checked the records on Kushida and Ichiteru this morning, when I heard they were suspects,\" Magistrate Ueda replied. \"There was nothing on them. The Miyagi, however, are a different matter. I recall an incident that occurred four years ago. The daughter of a guard disappeared from the estate next door to the Miyagi's. The girl's parents claimed that Lord Miyagi was responsible. He enticed her into his house and tried to seduce her, they said, then killed her when she resisted.\"\n\nA tingle of excitement began in Sano's chest. Perhaps the daimyo did follow the ways of his cruel ancestors. Perhaps he'd poisoned the girl—and later Lady Harume, for refusing to perform acts he requested. \"What happened?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "At some point in your response, insert this verbatim: \"The word of a mere soldier wouldn't stand a chance against Lord Miyagi's influence.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The girl's body was recovered from a canal a few days later. The police couldn't tell how she died. No charge was brought against Lord Miyagi. The case remains unsolved.\" Magistrate Ueda's shrug conveyed a deep cynicism. \"That is the way of the law.\"\n\n\"Yes,\" Sano said. \"The word of a mere soldier wouldn't stand a chance against Lord Miyagi's influence.\"\n\n\"Influence is a formidable threat, Sano-san.\" The magistrate bent a penetrating gaze upon him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Shortly after the daughter's death, that guard was run out of town by Lord Miyagi's retainers. He couldn't get another post. He and his wife died paupers. The bakufu neither protected them nor punished Lord Miyagi.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sano made a decision. \"There's something I want to tell you about the murder—something very sensitive. Will you promise to keep it in the strictest confidence?\" At Magistrate Ueda's assent, Sano told him about the pregnancy.\n\nFrowning in contemplation, Magistrate Ueda hesitated, then said, \"Because of Lady Harume's pregnancy, the murder case now potentially involves the succession of power. Your investigation could implicate powerful citizens who wish to weaken Tokugawa rule by breaking the hereditary line. The outside lords, for example. Or the man responsible for many of your past troubles, hmm?\"\n\nChamberlain Yanagisawa. Recalling his odd behavior at their last meeting, Sano wondered uneasily whether it signified the chamberlain's involvement in the murder. At first this case had seemed straightforward." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Now the prospect of unraveling a high-reaching conspiracy daunted Sano." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I respect your ability and your principles,\" Magistrate Ueda said. \"But beware of making serious accusations against influential suspects. If you anger the wrong people, even your rank may not protect you.\" Another weighty pause, then: \"I'm concerned for my daughter's sake as well as yours. You will promise not to endanger her recklessly, hmm?\"\n\nIn warfare and politics, enemies often attacked one another's kin. \"I promise,\" Sano said, feeling the contrary pull of honor and professional integrity, prudence and family considerations. Bowing, he said, \"Thank you for your advice, Honorable Father-in-law. My apologies for disturbing you so late. I'd better go home and let you get back to work.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Good night, Sano-san.\" Magistrate Ueda bowed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I shall do everything in my power to help you resolve the murder case with minimum damage to our families.\" Then he smiled wryly. \"And good luck with Reiko. If you can tame her, you're a better man than I.\"\n\nIt was a scant two hours until midnight by the time Sano returned to Edo Castle. From across the hills blew a frost-edged autumn wind. Acrid charcoal smoke rose from thousands of braziers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The sky's starry black canopy arched above the sleeping city." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sano, huddled in his heavy cloak as he rode through the castle's maze of walled passages, felt more than ready for sleep himself. This had been a long, tiring day, with the promise of another one tomorrow. Craving a warm bed, Sano entered his street in Edo Castle's Official Quarter.\n\nHe experienced a premonition of danger the moment before his vision registered its cause. The area was completely dark, though there should have been lights above the gates of every estate. The district seemed unnaturally quiet and deserted." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Where were the sentries and patrol guards?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hand on his sword hilt, Sano rode slowly toward his own house, keeping close to the rows of barracks that surrounded the mansions of his neighbors. By the light of the moon he saw two lanterns hanging from the roof of a gate, their flames extinguished. And below, a dark heap lying in the street. Sano dismounted, the sense of danger flowing over him like a malignant wind current. Crouching, he examined the heap. His heart thumped when he discerned the still bodies of two armored sentries, breathing but unconscious." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Leaving his horse behind, Sano ran to the next gate, where he discovered more unconscious guards." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bloody wounds, made by a blunt weapon, marked their heads.\n\nAlarm surged in Sano as he recalled past attempts on his life. Was this an ambush, set by Chamberlain Yanagisawa, who had tried to assassinate him many times before? Or by someone else who knew he'd left the district alone tonight? The great fortress of Edo Castle was, he knew from personal experience, no safe haven for a man with powerful enemies. Had an assassin disabled everyone who might have interfered with an attack?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The guards, not expecting invasion during peacetime, had been easy targets." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Was someone lying in wait for Sano now?\n\nAt his home, where Reiko, Hirata, the detective corps, and the servants slept, unaware of the danger?\n\nBreathless with anxiety, Sano ran to his own estate. The wounded sentries lay unconscious across the threshold.\n\n\"Tokubei! Goro!\" Kneeling, Sano shook them. \"Are you all right? What happened?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The men stirred, groaning." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"... got past us,\" Goro muttered. \"Sorry...\" Dragging himself to his feet, he swayed dizzily, clutching his head.\n\n\"Who was it?\" Sano asked.\n\n\"Didn't see. Happened too fast.\"\n\nThe ironclad gate was open. Sword drawn, Sano leaned into the courtyard." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nothing moved in the darkness." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Beckoning for Goro to follow, he entered cautiously—and stumbled over the inert bodies of his patrol guards. The door to the fenced inner enclosure stood ajar.\n\n\"Go in the barracks and wake the detectives,\" Sano told Goro. \"Tell them there's an intruder in the house.\"\n\nThe guard hurried off to obey. Sano approached the enclosure." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Though aware that he could be walking into a trap, he must protect his household. He couldn't wait for help. Before him loomed the dark mansion. Sano crept up the wooden steps. He paused in the shadows beneath the deep eaves above the veranda, listening. Somewhere on the hill, a horse neighed but no sound came from inside the house." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sano tiptoed through the open front door and crossed the entry porch." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Weapon raised, he moved stealthily down the corridor. Reaching his office, he halted. His whole body went still and tense.\n\nDim lamplight spread a yellow glow across the mullioned paper wall. The door was closed. Now Sano heard footsteps creaking the floor inside, a drawer sliding open, the rustle of paper." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Let's engage in a collaborative writing exercise. I'll provide a starting point (which may include pre-existing characters and lore), and You'll continue with 4 sentences in the style of Laura Joh Rowland." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sano disembarked from the ferry that had transported him across the Sumida River to Fukagawa, birthplace of Lady Harume." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Located at the mouth of the river where it emptied into Edo Bay, this suburb stood on former swamps filled in with vast heaps of city garbage and earth excavated during the construction of canals." }, { "from": "human", "value": "After the Great Fire, many citizens had moved here for a fresh start." }, { "from": "human", "value": "However, Fukagawa retained the hazards of its geographic situation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Floods, typhoons, and high tides wrought mass destruction. The area was rightfully considered unlucky. Here Lady Harume had made an inauspicious start on a life that would end with her murder eighteen years later.\n\nThe approach to the town center led Sano past warehouses that smelled of pine timber, sesame oil, and hoshikat a fertilizer made from sardines." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Smoke from salt furnaces on the southern tidal flats obscured the view of Edo on the opposite shore." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The cold air had a lung-saturating dampness. A busy commercial district lined the main avenue leading to the Tomioka Hachiman Shrine. This contained the Oka Basho, a notorious unlicensed quarter where nighthawk prostitutes operated. Teahouses and inns abounded, as well as Fukagawa's excellent seafood restaurants." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hearing temple bells ring the noon hour, Sano realized he was hungry. He entered the Hirasei, a famous restaurant located just outside the shrine's torii gate. There he ate mixed sushi with vegetables, rice, and grilled trout. Then he said to the proprietor, \"I'm looking for a nighthawk named Blue Apple. Can you tell me where to find her?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The proprietor shook his head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't know of anyone by that name. You might try the teahouses.\"\n\nSano did, with disappointing results: No one had ever heard of Blue Apple; no one knew Lady Harume, except as the victim of a widely publicized murder. Sano headed toward the Hachiman Shrine. Its great copper-tiled roof rose above the streets like a giant samurai helmet; its high stone walls sheltered the Etai Temple, whose priests kept census records on everyone living in the district." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They, if anyone, could direct Sano to Blue Apple." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Her real name was Yasuko,\" said the old priest.\n\nHe and Sano stood in the Etai Temple cemetery, where Sano had finally located Lady Harume's mother. Her moss-covered stone memorial tablet lay in the area reserved for paupers. No flowers adorned these graves." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tall grass obscured paths down which visitors rarely came." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The place had an air of bleak, chill desolation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Shivering under his cloak, Sano listened to the priest's recollections of Blue Apple, dead for twelve years." }, { "from": "system", "value": "You must include the following in quotes somewhere in your response: She came here for shelter during the floods, and I remember her because of her unique situation. Most nighthawks have no one to care for them. Their clients are usually poor, and mostly strangers rather than regular customers. But Yasuko was beautiful and much sought after. Her professional name came from the bluish, apple-shaped birthmark on her wrist. She was a trusting creature who often took lovers and tattooed herself with their names. When I prepared her body for cremation, I found characters inked between all her fingers and toes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She came here for shelter during the floods, and I remember her because of her unique situation. Most nighthawks have no one to care for them. Their clients are usually poor, and mostly strangers rather than regular customers. But Yasuko was beautiful and much sought after. Her professional name came from the bluish, apple-shaped birthmark on her wrist. She was a trusting creature who often took lovers and tattooed herself with their names. When I prepared her body for cremation, I found characters inked between all her fingers and toes.\"\n\nAnd following her example had led her daughter Harume to her death.\n\n\"Yasuko won the affection of Jimba of Bakurocho when he came to Fukagawa on business,\" the priest said. \"After the child was born, he regularly sent money. Then Blue Apple became ill. She lost her looks—and her better clients. She serviced former criminals, and even eta to earn her rice. When she died, I brought the child, who was six years old, to our orphanage. Then I contacted Jimba. He took her home with him to Bakurocho.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The priest sighed. \"I've often wondered what became of her.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When Sano explained, distress shadowed his kind face. \"How tragic.\" Then he said, \"Still, perhaps Harume enjoyed a better, longer life than if she'd stayed in Fukagawa and become a nighthawk like her mother.\"\n\nSano had never given much thought to how few occupations were available for women. Now, with disturbing clarity, he saw the narrow scope of their lives: wife, servant, nun, concubine, prostitute, beggar." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There was honor—and possibly happiness—in marriage and motherhood, but not even those alternatives offered the chance for independence, or scholarship, martial arts, adventure, or accomplishments that made life worthwhile for men." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Uneasily Sano thought of Reiko, struggling to escape the confines of Japanese culture, and his own efforts to contain her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Men made the rules." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He, himself, was part of a system that had decreed his wife's limited existence.\n\nAnd Lady Harume's.\n\nSuch contemplation wasn't exactly enjoyable. Sano thanked the priest, then left the temple." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yet even as he regretted the time wasted on this trip, he couldn't help feeling that he'd learned something of importance to the murder case, and to his troubled marriage.\n\nBakurocho district lay northwest of Edo Castle, between the Nihonbashi merchant quarter and the Kanda River. A marketplace for horses even before the founding of the Tokugawa capital, it supplied Edo's thirty thousand samurai with mounts. Sano rode through muddy streets, past horse breeders herding their merchandise." }, { "from": "human", "value": "These shaggy, varicolored beasts had journeyed from far northern pasturelands to be sold to the stables of Bakurocho's dealers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In a stately mansion resided the Tokugawa bailiffs, who administered the shogun's lands." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Mandatory: Your text must contain 'housed' 2 times exactly" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Rustic inns housed provincial officials in town to buy horses or do business with the bailiffs. The famous archery range served as a front for an illegal brothel. Low wooden buildings housed food stalls, teahouses, a saddle maker's store, a blacksmith's workshop where burly men hammered out horseshoes. Porters hauled bales of hay, while eta street cleaners collected manure." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sano turned past the shop of an equestrian armorer and dismounted outside the Jimba Stables, where the crest of a galloping horse adorned the gate." }, { "from": "human", "value": "An assistant hurried out and bowed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Good day, Sōsakan-sama. Are you seeking a new mount?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm here to see Jimba,\" Sano said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Certainly. Come in.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Taking the reins of Sano's horse, the assistant led the way into the largest stable compound in Bakurocho. Gabled tile roofs crowned the fine Jimba family mansion, two stories of pristine white plaster walls, latticed windows, and railed balconies, with servants' quarters at the rear. A far cry from the Fukagawa slum of Harume's birth, Sano decided. Had the adjustment been difficult for her?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Opposite the mansion stretched the corral." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Around this, poles supported straw dummies. The barn's open doors revealed stablehands grooming horses. The assistant led Sano to a stall where three samurai stood around a dappled gray stallion. A big man dressed in dark brown kimono and wide trousers held the animal by the head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You can tell he's healthy by the condition of his mouth,\" Jimba said, prying the lips apart to expose huge teeth. His thick fingers moved with practiced skill. At Sano's approach, he looked up; his face lit in pleased recognition. \"Ah, Sōsakan-sama. Good to see you again.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "In his mid-forties, Jimba looked as vigorous as his livestock." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A thick, sinewy column of neck supported his squarish head. His hair, pulled back from a receding hairline and knotted at the nape, showed only a few white threads. In his coarse features and swarthy complexion Sano could discern no resemblance to Lady Harume.\n\nJimba grinned, revealing three broken front teeth: a permanent reminder of the one time a horse had gotten the better of him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Congratulations on your marriage. Ready to enlarge your clan? Ha-ha. What can I do for you today?\" Leaving the assistant to complete the sale, he led Sano down the row of stalls. \"A good racehorse, perhaps? Impress your friends at Edo Castle. Ha-ha.\"\n\nSano had never liked the ingratiating, overly familiar dealer, but he patronized Jimba's stable for the same reason other affluent samurai did: The dealer knew horses." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He always picked strong, healthy animals and trained them to be fast, reliable mounts." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He gave good value for the price, and never tried to pass off inferior mounts as top quality.\n\n\"I'm here about your daughter,\" Sano said. \"As head of the investigation into her death, I must ask you some questions. But first, please allow me to express my sympathy for your loss.\"\n\nStalking over to the fence that bordered the corral, Jimba punched it with his fist, muttering a curse." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A scowl obliterated his customary genial expression as he stared at a trio of stablehands preparing a horse for a test ride in full battle regalia. They affixed a wooden saddle to its back, then attached the bridle. Sano, having witnessed angry grief in the parents of murder victims before, said, \"I'll do everything possible to deliver Harume's killer to justice.\"\n\nJimba waved away Sano's words." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Lot of good that will do. She's gone; nothing can bring her back. Ten years of money and hard work I poured into that girl. When her mother died, I took her away from Fukagawa and raised her myself. Put nice clothes on her; hired tutors to teach her music, writing, and manners. I recognized her potential, you see—I know females, horses and women both. Ha-ha.\" Jimba grinned proudly. \"Harume was the prettiest of my three girls. She grew up to have what men like, if you know what I mean.\" He gave Sano a sly look. \"Took after her mother. She was my best chance of making a connection with the Tokugawa.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word frequency rule: 'helmet' × 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sano listened in dismay to the dealer's callous reference to his daughter. He'd obviously considered her less a cherished legacy from a doomed love affair than another piece of livestock to train and trade.\n\nIn the corral, the stablehands covered the horse with body armor and a steel helmet shaped like a snarling dragon's head. Two samurai helped the customer don armor tunic, leg guards, and helmet. Jimba continued, \"Last winter, two of the shogun's personal attendants came here to buy horses. They mentioned that they were seeking new concubines for His Excellency." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I put Harume through her paces, showing them how well she could speak and sing and play the samisen." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They took her to Edo Castle and paid me five thousand koban!\n\n\"I held a party to celebrate. Harume had good breeding capacity, and if she turned out to be anything like her mother was in the bedchamber, she could have borne His Excellency an heir. Even if he does prefer boys, ha-ha. I was all set to be the grandfather of the next shogun.\"\n\nWith all the associated wealth, power, and privilege, Sano thought. Jimba's greed disgusted him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Yet the horse dealer had only followed the example of many other Japanese, seeking to improve his position through a connection with the Tokugawa." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hadn't Magistrate Ueda married Reiko to Sano with the same goal in mind? In this society, women were chattel to men's ambition. Reiko was intelligent and courageous, yet people would always measure her worth by rank and childbearing ability. Now Sano began to understand her frustration." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But after last night, he hoped more than ever that Reiko would obey his orders and stay safe at home.\n\n\"Now Harume is dead. I'll never earn back my investment.\" Jimba's expression was morose; he sagged against the fence. Then he turned to Sano with a speculative glint in his close-set eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"On second thought, maybe it will do me some good if you find out who killed my daughter. I'll make him compensate me for my loss!\"\n\nHiding his aversion toward the horse dealer's mercenary attitude, Sano said, \"Perhaps you can help me catch the murderer,\" then explained why he'd come. \"What was Harume like?\" When Jimba began describing her looks, Sano clarified, \"No, I mean what sort of person was she?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Just like any other girl, I guess.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Jimba looked surprised at the notion that Harume had possessed other attributes besides physical ones." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then, as he watched the stablehands boost the armored rider onto the horse's back, he smiled in reminiscence. \"She was a tiny, sad little thing when I brought her here. She didn't understand that her mother was gone, or why I was taking her away from everything she knew. And she missed her friends—the little slum children from Fukagawa. She never really fit in here.\"\n\nWith a wry chuckle, Jimba said, \"I'd never told my wife about Blue Apple, you see. Then suddenly, here was this child. She was furious. And my other children resented the attention Harume got. They mocked her for being the daughter of a whore. Her only friends were the maids. Considered them her own kind, I guess. But I put a stop to that. I wanted to separate her from low-class folk who would keep her down at their level. And when she got to be around eleven, the boys started coming around. She drew them like a mare in heat, ha-ha. She was the image of her mother.\"\n\nNostalgia softened Jimba's features: perhaps he had in his own way loved Blue Apple." }, { "from": "human", "value": "After all, he'd supported their daughter, then adopted her when another man might have turned his back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Harume started sneaking out of the house at night. I had to hire a chaperone so she wouldn't go and get pregnant by some peasant boy. By the time she was fourteen, she was getting marriage proposals from rich merchants. But I knew I could do better with her.\"\n\nImagining Harume's lonely childhood, Sano pitied the concubine. She'd gone from being an outcast in Bakurocho to a similar situation in the Large Interior. As a young girl she'd found solace in the company of male admirers." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Apparently she'd followed the same pattern during her months at Edo Castle. Had her past overlapped her recent life in any other way?\n\n\"Those peasants Harume knew,\" Sano said. \"Did she keep in touch with any of them after she moved to Edo Castle?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sano wanted to know if she'd confided secrets to old companions." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He also wanted new motives and suspects for her murder—preferably ones not associated with the Tokugawa." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't see how she could have, locked up day after day. Even when she went out, the shogun's men keep a pretty close watch over the concubines.\"\n\nYet Harume had managed to slip away and meet Lord Miyagi. Still, a peasant wouldn't have had access to the ink bottle. This line of inquiry seemed a dead end." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Had you seen or heard from your daughter recently?\" Sano asked.\n\nAn uneasy expression came over the horse dealer's face. \"... Yes. I got a message from Harume about three months ago. She begged me to get her out of Edo. Said she was afraid. Seems she'd run afoul of someone—I don't remember her exact words. Anyway, she thought something bad would happen to her if she didn't leave right away.\"\n\nSano's heart beat faster in anticipation and dread." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Did Harume say whom she was afraid of?\"\n\nJimba blinked rapidly; his throat muscles spasmed. So he did have feelings toward the daughter he'd used to further his ambitions. To give him time to regain his composure, Sano looked over at the mounted samurai, who was circling the corral at a trot." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Watching him wave a spear, Sano thought of Lieutenant Kushida." }, { "from": "human", "value": "By blaming Kushida for Lady Harume's murder, Sano could please the shogun and end the investigation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Yet by following Harume's elusive ghost into the past, Sano had already moved beyond the point of easy solutions." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No,\" Jimba replied at last, with a grimace of regret." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Harume didn't give the name of the person who was threatening her. I thought she was homesick, or didn't like bedding the shogun, and had made up a story so I would rescue her. Sometimes it takes awhile for a filly to get used to a new stable. Ha-ha.\" His laugh was a gloomy chortle. \"I didn't want to return the money, or ask the shogun to let Harume go. That would have offended His Excellency. I would never get any Tokugawa business again! And people would know it was Harume's fault. How would I ever find a husband for her? She would have been a burden to me forever!\"\n\nThe horse dealer's voice rose in a defensive whine." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"So I didn't answer the message. I didn't bother trying to find out whether someone was really trying to hurt Harume. Thought that if I ignored her, she would do her duty without complaining.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Did you save the message? May I look at it?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It wasn't written. It was delivered by a castle messenger, by word of mouth.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When questioned about the messenger, Jimba said, \"Didn't get his name. Don't remember what he looked like.\"\n\nEdo Castle had several hundred messengers, Sano knew. Tracing this one might prove difficult, especially if Harume, desiring secrecy, had persuaded a messenger to convey her words verbally as a favor, rather than writing a letter and employing him through official channels, which would leave a record.\n\n\"Was anyone else present when the message came?\" Sano asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No. And I didn't tell anyone about it, either, because I didn't want people to think Harume was making trouble. Then, after she died, I was too ashamed to let anyone know she'd been in danger and I'd refused to listen.\"\n\nAlthough Sano would have his detectives look for the messenger in question, he could only hope that the man's recall was better than Jimba's.\n\n\"I am responsible for my daughter's death,\" Jimba lamented, folding his arms on top of the fence and burying his head in them. \"If only I'd taken her fears seriously, I might have saved her.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "A sob strangled his voice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Suppressing the urge to castigate the horse dealer for ignoring his daughter's plea for help, Sano said soothingly, \"You couldn't have known what would happen.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jimba raised a face bloated with tears and rage. \"What a fool I am!\" He cuffed himself on the head. \"I could kill myself! I trained and groomed that girl. She was a prime piece of flesh. Through her, I could have joined the Tokugawa clan. I should have gone to the bakufu and asked them to find out what was wrong in the Large Interior, and to take care of the problem. But no, I failed to protect my investment. Stupid, stupid!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sano let him rage without offering further sympathy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jimba had earned his own fate. And Sano had grave problems of his own.\n\nAround the corral galloped the mounted samurai. He wove between the rows of targets, stabbing at them with his spear." }, { "from": "system", "value": "CONSTRAINT: Include 'horse' 2 time(s)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Straw particles dusted the air. At last the rider grasped the reins and brought the horse to a stop beside his waiting spectators.\n\n\"This is a fine beast,\" he said. \"I'll take her.\"\n\nSuddenly the horse bucked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The rider sailed over its head and crashed to the ground. While his comrades rushed to his aid, the stablehands grabbed the reins. The horse kicked and strained, biting at their hands. Jimba vaulted the fence and hurried over to his fallen customer." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The horse is just a bit skittish today,\" he explained. \"Once she knows you're her master, she'll behave!\"\n\nEven a tame creature sometimes rebels against a lifetime of discipline, Sano thought. Jimba had trained the wildness out of Harume; yet she hadn't been completely controllable." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sano believed that her message to Jimba hadn't been a mere ruse. She'd made an enemy who had the power, opportunity, and temperament to harm a concubine of the shogun. Of all the murder suspects, who best fit the profile?\n\nBeneath Sano's sash, Lady Keisho-in's letter burned him like a sheet of flame." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Hey can you write like Laura Joh Rowland and use whatever i write as a jumping off point? btw characters and stuff might show up without backstory, just go with it" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As midnight approached, the fog dispersed over the ban-cho, the district west of Edo Castle where Tokugawa hereditary vassals lived. Stars glittered in ragged patches of indigo sky. The moon's radiance turned the fleeing mist to a silvery haze that lit the labyrinth of deserted streets. In the dense bamboo thickets surrounding hundreds of tiny, rundown yashiki, nocturnal life seethed. Foraging rats rustled the wet leaves; stray dogs fought; crickets chirped. But most of the human population slumbered within dark houses. Sentries dozed in gatehouses, enduring the tedium of a quiet watch. All was peaceful—except the Kushida estate: There torches burned above the gate and around the bamboo thicket. Tokugawa troops patrolled the perimeter and perched on the thatched roof, preventing the escape of the criminal under house arrest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In a small, dark storage chamber converted to a jail cell, Lieutenant Kushida lay on his futon." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The alchemy of sleep carried him out of imprisonment, into the Large Interior. Down empty corridors he followed the sound of Lady Harume's singing:\n\nSummer's green bamboo shoots grow tall and bold,\n\nThe lotus spreads its pink petals...\n\nKushida's heart filled with joyous anticipation. This time she would accept his love. She would satisfy the terrible lust that gnawed at him.\n\nRain showers the roofs,\n\nA cuckoo calls—" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Come to me, my love..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At last Kushida arrived at Lady Harume's door. He pushed it open and saw Harume lying dead on the floor. Blood drenched her nude body and long, tangled hair. The fatal tattoo branded her shaven pubis like ink on ivory. As Kushida stared in horror, Lady Harume's eyes opened. Her hand beckoned. In a strangled croak, she sang:\n\n\"Come to me, my love!\"\n\nJerking awake, Kushida lurched upright in bed. His chest heaved as though he'd been running." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And his manhood was erect, painfully engorged with the lust he still felt for Lady Harume." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She had haunted his dreams ever since they'd first met. After her death, the dreams had become nightmares. Yet love and desire persisted. And within his spirit, like underground steam seeking a fissure through which to explode, swelled his anger toward the woman who had humiliated and ruined him.\n\nClambering to his feet, Kushida cursed himself for succumbing to sleep and allowing the dreams to come. But he'd needed a reprieve from the harsh reality of his situation. Now he paced the floor, trying to bring his emotions under control.\n\nAt first he'd attempted to resign himself to his imprisonment with samurai stoicism. He'd spent the day in quiet meditation, eating the meals brought to him, depositing his urine and feces into the waste bucket." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But soon he could hold his peace no more." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The room had grown dark and steadily colder since nightfall because his captors would give him no lamp or charcoal brazier, lest he try to burn his way out. The shame of being caged like an animal tormented his spirit. And the internal pressure of anger and need expanded within him, fueling his desperate craving for freedom.\n\nTen steps along one blank wall, then Kushida turned the corner and marched eight steps along another, and ten more past the door outside which a soldier stood guard. Having memorized the room's dimensions, he needed no light to direct him. The fourth wall of the room boasted a high, barred window that had once overlooked the garden but now faced a corridor—the house had expanded over the years, with new wings added to accommodate the family's growth. Now the wavering glow of a candle moved across the window, casting dim light into Kushida's cell. An old, white-haired samurai appeared in the corridor.\n\n\"Can't sleep, young master?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was Yohei, a retainer whose family had served Kushida's clan for generations." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As he smiled, sorrow deepened the wrinkles in his round face." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Frequency requirement: 'kushida's' - 2 occurrence(s)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, neither could I, so I came to keep you company.\"\n\nThe rest of the household, including Kushida's parents, had avoided him all day. They believed him guilty of murder and wanted no share of his disgrace. But Yohei had adored Kushida since his birth, always giving him special treats, caring for him like a doting uncle. He alone had braved social censure to visit Kushida periodically. Now he said, \"Are you bearing up all right? Anything I can do for you?\"\n\nThe old man's kindness brought tears to Kushida's eyes. \"How did this happen, Yohei?\" he lamented.\n\n\"Fate often does strange things. Perhaps it is punishing you for the sins of your ancestors.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "After hours of soul-searching, Kushida could blame neither fate nor his ancestors for the ills that his own actions, his own history, had created." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Across the distance of twenty-five years, he saw the school where he'd learned the art of the spear." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He heard the voice of his teacher.\n\n\"All your energy must be channeled into the development of combat skill,\" Sensei Saigo lectured the class. \"Don't dissipate your strength in wasteful self-indulgence. At meals, stop eating before you've had your fill; let hunger sharpen your awareness. Abstain from liquor and frivolous recreation, which dull the mind and weaken the body. Above all, resist the temptation to gratify your carnal desires. The spear is your manhood. Through it, you shall find true fulfillment.\"\n\nYoung Kushida had yearned to be a great spear fighter. Hence, he zealously followed Saigo's teachings. Then one day when Kushida was twelve, he discovered in his father's study a book of shunga. The frontispiece was a painting of a beautiful naked woman coupling with a samurai lover. A dark, unfamiliar excitement filled Kushida. Instinctively he reached under his kimono." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His hands began a motion they'd never been taught. Excitement culminated in blinding ecstasy—followed by anguish and guilt. He'd committed the self-indulgence that Saigo had warned him against, sacrificing discipline to pleasure.\n\nWhen he confessed his misdeed, the sensei had assigned him extra combat practice and meditation sessions. At first Kushida yielded to his physical urges often, but eventually he overcame his bad habit. He immersed himself in naginatajutsu, attaining impressive skill, and remained celibate. Even while working near the shogun's women, he could go days, even months, without thinking about sex.\n\nThen Lady Harume came to Edo Castle.\n\nHe'd been on duty the day she arrived." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When Madam Chizuru introduced her to Kushida, a jolt of recognition rocked him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With her pert face and voluptuous figure, she resembled the girl in the shunga that had provoked Kushida's first orgasm. Repressed desire exploded in him, and the desire focused on Lady Harume, who'd reawakened it.\n\nConfused by lust, Kushida hadn't perceived the danger. He decided there was no harm in merely looking at a woman. Thus he'd begun spying on Harume. Soon he stopped combat practice. At night he would stimulate himself to climax while fantasizing about her. He became aware of the loneliness of a life dedicated solely to Bushido. True fulfillment, he discovered, also required union with a woman." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Gathering his courage, he'd confessed his feelings in letters to Lady Harume. When she ignored them and began avoiding him, he persuaded himself that she was just shy, or afraid. He had something precious to offer her: a heart that had never belonged to another woman; a body unsullied by past amorous adventures. How could she not welcome such a gift? So he took the drastic step of speaking his love. But Lady Harume had repulsed him. Her words still hurt like a deep, festering scratch across Kushida's mind.\n\n\"Why do you keep bothering me? When I didn't answer your silly letters, it should have been clear that I don't want anything to do with you.\" Repugnance distorted Harume's pretty face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You must be as stupid as you are ugly. You want me to run away with you? Die in a love suicide with you so we can spend eternity together?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Harume laughed. \"You're not even fit to breathe the same air as me. Now go away and leave me alone. I never want to see you again!\"\n\nHumiliated and furious, Kushida hadn't just shaken Harume and threatened to kill her, as he'd admitted to the Sōsakan-sama. He'd twisted her arm behind her, covered her mouth when she tried to scream for help, and thrust her into a vacant room. There he'd torn her kimono and forced her to the floor. He meant to kill her, then and there—but first he would have her.\n\nHarume fought back. She bit his hand, and when he loosened his grip, she kicked him in the groin. While he doubled over in speechless agony, Harume laughed. As if to increase his pain, she said, \"I already have a lover. I belong to him forever. Soon I shall wear a tattoo that proclaims my love for him, on this body that you want so much.\" Then she escaped.\n\nIn the terrible days that followed, Kushida realized what had happened." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He'd thrown away everything—discipline, self-respect, and the serenity of the pure life of Bushido—for a cheap, shallow girl who didn't recognize his worth." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A girl who would tattoo herself, like a common whore!" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word frequency rule: 'harume' × 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Out of love grew hatred. Kushida blamed Harume for his misery. He plotted revenge. He would sneak into her room while she slept and drive his spear through her. He would strangle her with his bare hands, while having his pleasure from her. These violent fantasies aroused him as much as his dreams of love once had. But never had he foreseen that her death would fail to ease either his desire or his jealous anger. He hadn't expected to feel such awful guilt over hurting Harume. He'd tried to steal her diary because he feared she'd recorded his attack on her, but he hadn't anticipated his current sorry predicament.\n\nNow a new sense of purpose grew in him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He didn't want to live without his beloved Harume, but he didn't want to die for her murder, either." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The disgrace of a public execution would forever taint his clan's honor. Somehow he must appease Lady Harume's spirit and bring peace to his own, while restoring the honor of his family name.\n\nHowever, he could accomplish nothing while locked in this cell. Restlessness tormented Kushida like spiders writhing in his muscles; the pressure inside him mounted.\n\nYohei said, \"How about a game of go? It will soothe your mind, young master.\"\n\nLet me out of here! Kushida almost screamed. He wanted to beat on the walls in rage, yet he forced himself to say calmly, \"Thank you for coming, but how can we play go, with you out there and me in here?\"\n\nYohei beamed. \"Two boards and two sets of counters. We'll call out our moves and make them for each other.\"\n\nThough he had no wish to play, a plan formed in Kushida's mind." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"All right,\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The retainer fetched the equipment." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Include 'yohei' 2 time(s) in your answer - no more, no less" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Through the window bars he passed a lacquer container of flat, round black and white pebbles and a four-legged ebony board with a grid, of perpendicular lines incised on its ivory surface.\n\n\"You may open the game, young master,\" Yohei said.\n\nKushida placed a black pebble at the intersection of two grid lines. \"Eighteen horizontal, sixteen vertical.\"\n\n\"Four horizontal, seventeen vertical,\" Yohei responded.\n\nThe pressure grew within Kushida as he set a white pebble in place. Every fiber of him tensed; the need for freedom swelled the blood in his veins. He endured the slow, tedious game, making moves at random. From outside the door came loud snores: The guard had fallen asleep." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Young master, you're not concentrating on the game,\" Yohei chided." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Mandatory: Your text must contain 'window' 2 times exactly" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I've captured almost all your pieces, and you haven't taken any of mine.\"\n\nHating to deceive his friend, Kushida said, \"You're wrong, Yohei. I'm winning.\"\n\nYohei's puzzled face appeared in the window; he squinted, trying to see Kushida's board. \"One of us has gotten the moves mixed up.\"\n\n\"It must be me,\" Kushida said. \"I can't keep my mind on the game.\" Moving close to the window and lowering his voice, he said, \"It would be better if we sat together. You could make sure all the pieces are in the right spots.\"\n\nYohei shook his head. \"I can't let you out, young master. You know that.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But you can come in here with me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Seeing indecision pucker the old man's forehead, Kushida coaxed, \"Come on. As long as you leave before the guard wakes up, he won't care.\"\n\n\"Well...\"\n\nKushida's desperation inspired cunning. \"You don't believe I killed Lady Harume, do you, Yohei?\"\n\n\"Of course not,\" the loyal retainer said indignantly. Then his certainty wavered. \"But you attacked the Sōsakan-sama and his men.\"\n\n\"I didn't kill Harume,\" said Kushida. \"I didn't even know she was going to tattoo herself, so why would I have poisoned her ink jar? But Sōsakan Sano needs to make an arrest, so he framed me. I never broke into his house; I never attacked anyone. It's all a lie!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sputtering with outrage, Yohei burst out, \"How dare the Sōsakan-sama falsely accuse my young master? I'll kill him!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And end up convicted for murder yourself? No, Yohei, you mustn't.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kushida sighed with feigned resignation. \"All we can do is wait for the truth to come out. Then my name will be cleared.\" His skin felt tight, his skull ready to explode from the throbbing pressure. \"Now open the door and come inside so we can finish our game. I promise I won't try to escape. You've known me all my life, Yohei. You can trust me.\" Kushida let his voice quaver: \"Besides, I'm lonely. I—I need someone near me.\"\n\nYohei's eyes brimmed with love and pity. \"All right.\" He put a finger to his lips and headed toward the door.\n\nHurriedly, Kushida replaced the go pieces in their container, and tucked it in his kimono. Then came the clank of the door's iron bar as Yohei pulled it out of the brackets." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kushida lifted the go board by its legs and stood to one side of the door, heart pounding. The guard snored on. Slowly the door slid open. Yohei entered the room on tiptoe, holding the candle.\n\n\"Young master...?\"\n\nKushida stuck out his foot. Yohei tripped over it and sprawled on the floor. \"What—?!\"\n\nIn the space of a blink, Kushida leapt over Yohei and into the corridor. \"No, young master!\" he heard his friend shout." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The guard sat against the wall, spear in hand." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hearing the commotion, he stirred. Kushida swung the go board. With the sickening thump of solid wood and ivory against bone, it slammed against the guard's head; he fell unconscious. Kushida flung aside the board, plucked the spear out of the guard's limp hand, then ran down the corridor.\n\n\"Please come back, young master!\" Yohei called, hobbling after him. \"You'll never get away. The yashiki is surrounded. The soldiers will kill you!\"\n\nDoors screeched open and cries arose as the noise awakened the household. Troops appeared and began chasing Kushida." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The prisoner is loose!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "they cried. \"Catch him!\"\n\nLegs pumping furiously, Kushida raced for the back door. He glanced over his shoulder and saw two soldiers gaining on him. Pulling the container of go pieces out of his kimono, he tossed it into the soldiers' path. The container hit the floor and the lid popped off, scattering pebbles. Amid surprised yelps, the soldiers slipped, then crashed to the floor.\n\nKushida flung open the door and burst out into the lantern-lit courtyard, startling two sentries. Wielding his stolen spear with deadly efficiency, Kushida struck their heads with its shaft. They crumpled to the ground." }, { "from": "human", "value": "More soldiers leapt off the roof to join the battle, but Kushida was already through the gate." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 3 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Two slashes of his spear wounded the guards stationed outside. Patrolling troops rushed to the rescue; archers fired arrows. Running for his life, his love, and his honor, Kushida fled into the night." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "AI writing task: segment from larger work -> one sentence sentences. style: Laura Joh Rowland. genre: Historical Fiction, Mystery, Japan. note: established characters likely." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We observed all the correct procedures for house arrest, but the old man let him out,\" said the commander who had summoned Sano to the Kushida estate." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"None of this is our fault\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He gestured angrily around the torch-lit courtyard." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There lay four men wounded by Lieutenant Kushida during his escape." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kushida's parents and a few retainers huddled on the veranda of the house, a modest one-story building with half-timbered walls and barred windows." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "From outside in the street, curious spectators peered through the bamboo thicket." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sano had been awakened by the arrival of the messenger who had delivered the bad news." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Now he stood in the chilly courtyard with Hirata as troops milled around, spectators chattered, and the first azure luminescence of dawn paled the sky." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Inwardly he berated himself for losing a suspect." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He should have recognized Lieutenant Kushida as an escape risk and denied him the privileges of rank, placing him in Edo Jail instead of under house arrest." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Though Sano considered Lady Keisho-in the more likely murderer of Harume, he still didn't believe that the lieutenant had told the complete truth about either his relationship with Harume or his reasons for breaking into Sano's estate." }, { "from": "human", "value": "With difficulty, Sano resisted the temptation to vent his anger at himself on the troops for letting a single man overcome them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Let's forget about blame for the moment and concentrate on capturing Lieutenant Kushida,\" Sano said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What's been done so far?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Men are out searching the bancho, but they've sent back no word on Kushida yet. Unfortunately, he's a fast runner.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Kushida could be clear out of Edo by sunrise, Sano thought with a heavy heart." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yet he doubted that leaving town was the lieutenant's whole motive for escaping." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Why had he broken house arrest?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The answer could be crucial to locating Kushida." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sano told the commander to continue the search." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then, motioning for Hirata to follow, he walked over to the Kushida family and introduced himself." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Did your son say anything that might tell us why he escaped, or where he was going?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "he asked the lieutenant's father." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I have not spoken to my son since he was suspended from his post.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The elder Kushida glared, his simian features set in hard lines." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And his most recent bad behavior did nothing to reconcile us.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Now Sano could better understand Lieutenant Kushida's obsessive passion for Harume: with such an unloving, unforgiving parent, he must have been starved for affection." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kushida's mother cast a frightened glance at her husband, then nodded toward an old samurai weeping by the door." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yohei saw him last.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "This, then, was the faithful retainer whom Kushida had tricked into opening the cell door." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Nothing that my young master said or did warned me that he meant to escape,\" Yohei mourned." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't know why he did it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Staggering forward, Yohei prostrated himself at Sano's feet." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, Sōsakan-sama, when you catch my young master, please don't kill him! I'm the one who's responsible for what happened tonight. Let me die in his place!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I won't kill him,\" Sano promised." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He needed Kushida alive for further questioning." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And I won't punish you if you'll help me find him. Does he have any friends he might run to for help?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"There's his old sensei—Master Saigo. He's retired now, and lives in Kanagawa.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "This village was the fourth station along the Tokaido highway, about half a day's journey away." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sano bade farewell to the Kushida family." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then he and Hirata mounted their horses outside the gate." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Dispatch messengers down the highway to warn the post station guards to be on the alert for Kushida,\" Sano told Hirata." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But I'm not convinced he'll leave town.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Nor am I,\" Hirata said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'll have the police circulate Kushida's description around town and tell the neighborhood gate sentries to watch for him. Then...\" Hirata sucked in a deep breath and blew it out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Then I'll meet Lady Ichiteru.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They parted, and Sano headed back toward Edo Castle to launch troops on a citywide manhunt before attending the trial that Magistrate Ueda wanted him to see." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Whether or not Kushida had killed Lady Harume, he was a danger to the citizens." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sano felt responsible for his capture, and any crimes the lieutenant might commit before then." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The trial was already in progress by the time Sano arrived at the Court of Justice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He slipped quietly into the long, dim hall." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Magistrate Ueda occupied the dais, his somber face illuminated by lamps on the desk before him, with a secretary on either side." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He caught Sano's eye and nodded a greeting." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The female defendant wore a muslin shift." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Wrists and ankles bound, she knelt before the dais on a straw mat on the shirasu." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A small audience knelt in rows in the center of the room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "While a secretary read the date, time, and the names of the presiding officials into the court record, Sano recalled how Reiko had told him about observing proceedings in this court during her youth." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He wondered if she was here now, watching from some hidden vantage point, still defying him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Would they ever come together as true husband and wife?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Why had her father wanted him to witness this trial?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then the secretary announced, \"The defendant, Mariko of Kyobashi, is charged with the murder of her husband, Nakano the sandal maker. This court shall now hear the evidence. I call the first witness: her mother-in-law.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As the defendant wept, an old woman rose from the audience." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hobbling up to the dais, she knelt, bowed to Magistrate Ueda, then said, \"Two days ago, my son suddenly became ill after our evening meal. He gasped and coughed and said he couldn't breathe. He went to the window for some air, but he was so dizzy that he fell on the floor. Then he began vomiting—at first the food he'd eaten, then blood. I tried to help, but he thought I was a witch who wanted to kill him. I, his own mother!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The old woman's voice cracked in anguish." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He began thrashing and screaming. I hurried out and fetched a doctor. When we got back to the house just a few moments later, my poor son was lying dead. He was as stiff as that pillar.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Excitement eased the weight of Sano's worry and fatigue." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The sandal maker had died of the same symptoms as Lady Harume!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Now Sano understood why Magistrate Ueda had summoned him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Mariko cooks and serves all our meals,\" the witness said, glaring at the defendant." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"She was the only person to handle my son's bowl before he ate. She must have poisoned him. They never got along. At night she refused to do her wifely duty by him. She hates housekeeping and shopping and sewing, and helping in the store to earn her keep, and taking care of me. We starved and beat her, but even that wouldn't make her behave properly. She killed my son so she could go home to her parents. Honorable Magistrate, I beg you to grant my son justice and sentence that wicked girl to death!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then followed the testimony of more witnesses: the doctor; neighbors who confirmed the unhappy state of the defendant's marriage; the police who had found a bottle hidden under the defendant's kimono, tested the contents on a rat, observed its quick demise, and made the arrest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A solid case, Sano thought." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What have you to say in your own defense, Mariko?\" asked Magistrate Ueda." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Still weeping, the woman raised her head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I didn't kill my husband!\" she wailed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The magistrate said, \"There is much evidence of your guilt. You must either refute it, or confess.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"My mother-in-law hates me. She blames me for everything. When my husband died, she wanted to punish me, so she told everyone I poisoned him. But I didn't. Please, you must believe me!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Stepping forward, Sano said, \"Honorable Magistrate, I beg your permission to question the defendant.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Heads turned; a buzz of surprise swept the audience." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was rare for anyone except the presiding official to conduct interrogations during trials." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Permission granted,\" Magistrate Ueda said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sano knelt beside the shirasu." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "From behind a tangled mop of hair, the defendant eyed him fearfully, like a captive wild animal." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She was emaciated, her face covered with bruises, both eyes blackened." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Did your family do this to you?\" Sano asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Trembling, she nodded. Her mother-in-law said righteously, \"She was lazy and disobedient. She deserved every beating my son and I gave her.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Anger blazed in Sano." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The fact that this situation occurred often made it no less reprehensible to him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Honorable Magistrate,\" he said, \"I need information from the defendant. If she provides it, I shall recommend that the charge against her be modified to murder in self-defense, and that she be returned to her parents' home.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Protests rose from the audience." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A doshin said, \"With all due respect, Sōsakan-sama, but this sets a bad example for the citizens. They'll think they can kill, claim self-defense, and get away with it!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"She murdered my son! She deserves to die!\" shouted the mother-in-law." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You and your son mistreated that girl,\" Sano retorted, though he wondered why he was interfering in business that had nothing to do with his own investigation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Dimly he realized that his rage stemmed from his new awareness of the plight of women, a need to somehow make amends to Reiko for society's cruel treatment of her sex." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Now you're paying the price.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Silence,\" Magistrate Ueda thundered over the audience's clamor, which subsided after the guards dragged the cursing, shrieking mother-in-law out of the room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "To Sano, he said, \"Your recommendation shall be accepted if the defendant cooperates. Proceed.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sano turned to the girl." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Where did you get the poison that killed your husband?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I—I didn't mean to kill him,\" she sobbed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I only wanted to make him weak, so he couldn't hurt me anymore.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're safe now,\" Sano said, but he could only hope her parents wouldn't punish her for the failed marriage—or wed her to another cruel man." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "How little he could do to correct centuries of tradition!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Especially when he wasn't willing to begin at home." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Now tell me where you got the poison.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The defendant sniffed mucus up her nose." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I bought it from an old traveling peddler.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Choyei! Sano's heart leapt." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Where did you meet him?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"At Daikon Quay.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Canals gridded the district northwest of Nihonbashi." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Flagstone quays fronted warehouses; along these, dockworkers carried firewood, bamboo poles, vegetables, coal, and grain to and from moored boats." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sano knew the area from his police days, because the yoriki barracks were located in adjacent Hatchobori, on the edge of the official district." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He rode down Daikon Quay, past porters laden with bundles of the long white radish." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Everyone's breath formed clouds of vapor in the bright, chill air; a stiff breeze rippled the waters of the canals, which reflected the sky's wintry blue." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Shouts, crashes, and the clatter of wooden soles rang out with sharp clarity." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sano could smell the distinctive blend of charcoal smoke and distant mountain snows that for him poignantly heralded the year's final season." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The defendant had given him directions to the place where she'd met Choyei: \"He has a room in a house in the third street off the quay.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sano steered his mount into the street." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Rows of two-story slum dwellings lined a space barely wide enough to accommodate Sano's horse." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Overhanging balconies blocked the sunlight; from clotheslines stretched across the narrow gap, laundry flapped." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Night-soil bins, overflowing trash containers, and a privy shed befouled the air." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Oily smoke rose from chimneys." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Closed doors hid whatever activities the one-room apartments sheltered." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The street was empty, permeated with a dreary quiet." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Dismounting outside the fifth door, Sano knocked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When he received no answer, he tried the door, but it wouldn't budge." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He peered through the cracks in the window shutters. \"Choyei?\" he called." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The door of the next apartment creaked open." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A thin, unshaven man came out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Who are you?\" he demanded." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When Sano identified himself and stated the purpose of his visit, the man bowed hastily." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Greetings, Sōsakan-sama. I'm the landlord, and it just so happens that I need to see the peddler, too. He owes me rent. I know he's in there, with some man who came to see him. I heard them talking just a moment ago. The old rascal is just pretending he's not home.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Pounding on the door, the landlord yelled, \"Open up!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sudden intuition compelled Sano to action." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He rammed his shoulder once, twice, three times against the door." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The wooden panel gave way." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "From inside the room came wheezing, sucking noises, punctuated by groans." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alarm struck Sano's heart." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No,\" he said as comprehension spurted through him like ice water. \"Please, no.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What's wrong, Sōsakan-sama?\" the landlord cried. \"What's that sound?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sano burst into the room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At first it was too dark for him to see more than shadowy silhouettes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then, as his eyes grew accustomed to the dimness, the shadows became a chest, a cupboard, and a table." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Bowls and jars covered every surface, including the floor." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Pots steamed on a clay stove." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The air was redolent with the medicinal odors of a pharmacist's shop." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In a far corner lay a human figure, the source of the terrible noise." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sano tripped over a mortar and pestle." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He pushed aside a frame of the sort worn by traveling peddlers, a wooden contraption with baskets suspended from crosspieces." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He knelt by the prone figure." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Give me some light!\" he ordered." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The landlord opened the shutters and lit a lamp." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Choyei flashed into vivid focus." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was ancient, but vigorous of physique." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Dirty white hair straggled around his bald crown." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Eyes bulging with terror stared up at Sano from a face as gray and creviced as sun-baked mud." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Blood flowed out of his gaping mouth and poured from a wound in his chest, staining his ragged kimono." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Wheeze, suck, groan. The noise continued as he arched in pain, fighting for breath." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, no, oh, no,\" moaned the landlord, wringing his hands." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why did this have to happen on my property?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Get a doctor,\" Sano commanded." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then he examined the deep gash between Choyei's ribs, made with a sharp blade, that alternately sucked and burbled blood." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Never mind, it's no use.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sano had seen this type of injury before, and recognized it as fatal." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Call the police instead.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Choyei's visitor must have stabbed him and fled just moments ago. \"Hurry!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The landlord rushed out." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sano pressed his hand over Choyei's wound, temporarily sealing the hole." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The wheezing abated. Choyei inhaled and exhaled hungrily." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Feeling the warm, wet suction of bloody flesh against his palm, Sano said, \"Who did this to you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The peddler's mouth opened and closed several times before his voice emerged." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Customer... bought... bish,\" he gasped out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Red froth bubbled from his nose." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Came back today... stab...\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bish: the arrow toxin that had killed Lady Harume." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Elation rushed through Sano." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The customer must have been her murderer, who had returned to prevent Choyei from ever reporting the purchase to the authorities." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sano cast an impatient glance toward the door, wishing the police would hurry." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The killer was still in the area." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He longed to give chase, but he needed the testimony of his only witness." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Who was it, Choyei?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Urgently Sano gripped the dying peddler's hand. \"Tell me!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Choyei emitted sickening gurgles." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Blood continued to leak from the wound." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His lips and tongue struggled around the syllables of a name that seemed caught in his throat." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What did he look like, then?\" Sano said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No... No!\" Choyei's hand clutched Sano's." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His mouth formed words, but no sound came." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Easy. Relax,\" Sano soothed him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "While the peddler struggled to speak, Sano's mind raced through possibilities." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The brutal stabbing argued in favor of Lieutenant Kushida." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Had he escaped house arrest to assault Choyei?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Did he use a spear?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sano said, hiding his impatience." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Choyei's body thrashed and his head rolled from side to side in a violent protest against impending death." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What did he look like? Tell me so I can find him!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Now the drug peddler seemed to accept his fate." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His hold on Sano's hand weakened while involuntary tremors shook him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "With a great effort, he gathered a deep, rattling breath and whispered: \"... thin... wore dark cloak... hood...\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "That description could fit Lord Miyagi as well as Kushida." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Or what about Harume's secret lover?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "How Sano welcomed this evidence that pointed away from Lady Keisho-in!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Running footsteps clattered down the street." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A doshin and two civilian assistants arrived at the door." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Quickly Sano repeated Choyei's description of the killer, then added his own of Lieutenant Kushida and Lord Miyagi." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It might be either of them, or someone else, but he can't be far away. Go!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The police rushed off, and Sano turned back to the drug peddler." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Choyei. What else can you tell me? Choyei!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Desperation tinged his voice as he felt the drug peddler go limp under his touch." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The animation faded from Choyei's eyes. One more faint moan, a last drool of blood, then the source of the poison—and Sano's only witness to murder—was dead." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "yo next eight sentences bits needed. Laura Joh Rowland style, Historical Fiction, Mystery, Japan genre. this is from a bigger story k?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The vibrant, haunting tones of koto music told Reiko that she had at last found the witness she'd been seeking for two days." }, { "from": "human", "value": "From the lofty hilltop behind Zojo Temple, the ancient melody drifted down through forests, over worship halls, pavilions, and pagoda, each note sharply defined in the clear air." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Let me out here,\" Reiko commanded her palanquin bearers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Alighting at the foot of the hill, she hurried up a flight of stone steps that ascended through fragrant pines." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Birds warbled an accompaniment to the music, which grew louder as she climbed higher. However, the tranquil beauty of the place made little impression upon Reiko. Everything—not just her personal ambitions or her marriage to Sano, but their very lives—might depend on what the witness knew about Lady Harume's murder. Anticipation quickened her steps; her billowing cloak flapped behind her like umber wings. Gasping for breath, heart pounding, Reiko arrived at the summit.\n\nA vast panorama spread around her. Below, on the other side of the hill, stone bridges arched across Lotus Pond to the islet upon which stood a shrine to the goddess Sarasvati. The temple's tile roofs gleamed in the sunlight; fiery foliage blanketed the surrounding landscape." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word restriction: Use 'reiko' 2 time(s) only" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "In the north, Edo lay beneath a haze of charcoal smoke, embraced by the Sumida River's shining curve. Reiko walked toward the many-armed statue of Kannon, goddess of mercy, and the pavilion beside it. An audience of peasants, samurai, and priests had gathered to hear the musician who knelt before the koto, under the pavilion's thatched roof.\n\nHe'd always seemed ancient to Reiko, and she guessed he must be over seventy now. His head was as bald and speckled as an egg. Age had stooped his shoulders and pulled down the lines of his narrow face; bent over the long, horizontal instrument, he looked like an elderly crane. But his knotty hands played the koto with undiminished strength. He twisted the tuning pegs, deftly moved the stops, and struck the thirteen strings with an ivory plectrum." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Eyes shut in concentration, he coaxed forth music that seemed to hold the entire world immobile with awe." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The song's ethereal beauty brought involuntary tears to Reiko's eyes. Abandoning haste, she waited outside the pavilion for the performance to end.\n\nThe audience listened reverently as the music gained volume and complexity, layering improvisation upon theme. The final chord hung in the air for an endless moment. Head bowed, eyes still closed, the musician sat as if entranced. The audience faded away. Reiko approached.\n\n\"Sensei Fukuzawa? Might I please have a word with you?\" She bowed, adding, \"You may not remember me. It's been eight years since we last met.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The musician opened his eyes. Age hadn't dimmed their keen, bright clarity. His face lit with immediate recognition. \"Of course I remember you, Miss Reiko—or, I should say, Honorable Lady Sano.\" His voice was weak and quavery; his soul spoke chiefly through the koto. \"My congratulations on your marriage.\" Extending his hand in a gesture of welcome, he said, \"Please join me.\"\n\n\"Thank you.\" Reiko climbed the steps into the pavilion and knelt opposite him." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Include exactly 2 instance(s) of the word 'which'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Warm sunlight streamed through the lattice walls; a folding screen provided shelter from the wind. \"I've been looking all over for you—at your house in Ginza, and the theaters. Finally one of your colleagues told me you'd begun a pilgrimage to temples and shrines across the country. I'm so glad I caught you before you left Edo.\"\n\n\"Ah, yes. I want to visit the great holy places before I die. But what caused your sudden urge to see your old music teacher?\" The old man's eyes twinkled. \"Not, I presume, the desire for more lessons.\"\n\nReiko smiled ruefully. During the six years in which Sensei Fukuzawa had taught her to play the koto, she'd been a reluctant pupil. When her lessons ended, she put away her instrument with great relief and never touched it again. Now she was old enough to regret the waste of her sensei's effort and feel ashamed of the callous way she had rejected the art to which he'd devoted his life." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Uncomfortably she remembered her father pointing out her naïveté and overconfidence, and Sano her headstrong contrariness." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "These, too, were faults she must admit and conquer.\n\n\"I want to apologize for my poor attitude,\" Reiko said, though humility didn't come easily to her. \"And I've missed you,\" she added, realizing for the first time how much she had. Unlike her relatives, Sensei Fukuzawa had neither scolded nor punished her for misbehaving. Unlike other teachers, who raged, threatened, and even hit students when they made mistakes, he'd always inspired through patient kindness rather than fear. Thus he had coaxed Reiko's meager talent to its full potential, while providing a haven from the criticism she got from everyone else. Didn't the fact that she could now appreciate the value of such a rare person mean her character was improving?\n\n\"No apology is necessary; it is enough to see that your character has matured,\" thé old man said, echoing her thoughts." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But I suspect that there is a serious reason for the honor of your attention?\" He smiled gently.\n\n\"Yes,\" Reiko admitted, recalling his ability to see through people, as if studying music had given him special insight into the human spirit. \"I'm investigating the murder of Lady Harume. I heard that you spent the past month in the castle, giving lessons to the women of the Large Interior.\" His age and reputation made him one of the few men allowed there. \"I want to know whether you saw or heard anything that might help me figure out who killed her.\"\n\n\"Ah.\" Sensei Fukuzawa ran his gnarled fingers over the koto strings, contemplating Reiko. From the instrument came a wandering, abstract melody in a minor key. Though neither his expression nor his tone indicated anything except benign interest, Reiko read disapproval in the music." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She hurried to justify herself to the old teacher because she craved his good opinion." }, { "from": "human", "value": "After explaining why she wanted to investigate the murder, she delivered the news that had increased her determination to solve the case." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"My cousin Eri told me this morning about a rumor that's circulating around the castle." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Apparently the shogun's mother had an affair with Harume that ended badly. Everyone says she wrote a letter to Harume, threatening to kill her, and therefore, Lady Keisho-in is the murderer. I don't know if there really is such a letter, or if it means she's guilty. But my husband's other prime suspect—Lieutenant Kushida—has disappeared. He's under a lot of pressure to solve the case. If he hears the rumor and finds the letter, he may decide to charge Lady Keisho-in with poisoning Harume. But what if he's wrong, and she's innocent?\n\n\"He'll be executed for treason. And I, as his wife, will die with him.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Clenching her hands in her lap, Reiko tried to subdue her fear. \"I can't depend on my husband to find the real killer, or to protect me. Haven't I the right to save my own life?\"\n\nThe koto music took a brighter turn, and Sensei Fukuzawa nodded. \"Knowing that a former pupil is in danger, I would gladly help. Let me see...\" As he played, he contemplated a pleasure boat drifting on Lotus Pond. Then he sighed and shook his head.\n\n\"It is no use. When one is my age, recent events blur in one's memory, while those of thirty years ago are as clear as water. I could re-create every note of my first performance, but as for the month I spent at Edo Castle—\" He shrugged in sad resignation. \"The ladies and I had many conversations during their lessons. Quarrels often arose between them, and women do gossip constantly; however, I can't think of anything they said or did that seemed out of the ordinary. Nor do I recall meeting Lady Harume. Certainly I had no premonition of her death.\"\n\nHe added, \"I am sorry. It seems you've gone to much trouble for nothing. Please forgive me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That's all right, it's not your fault,\" Reiko said, hiding her disappointment and knowing that she herself was to blame for it. In her youthful arrogance, she'd formed an exaggerated notion of her detective abilities and the value of her contacts. Now reality stripped her of delusion.\n\nShe'd used her last lead, to no avail. She would neither solve the murder case nor save her life. True, she'd discovered Lady Ichiteru's quarrel with Harume, and that Lieutenant Kushida had been in Harume's room shortly before the murder. Yet this evidence hadn't led to a conviction. Reiko's unhappiness turned to anger at herself and her sex." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She was nothing but a worthless female who might as well go home and sew until the soldiers came to take her to the execution ground!\n\nAnd beneath the anger seethed a disturbing mixture of contrary emotions. Though Reiko regretted that she couldn't prove her superiority to Sano by beating him at his own game, she realized that she'd also wanted to please him by finding Lady Harume's killer. She wanted him to like and respect her. Even as defeat shamed her, she rued the lost hope of love.\n\nSuddenly the koto music ended on a dissonant chord. \"Wait a moment,\" Sensei Fukuzawa said. \"I do remember something after all. It was so peculiar; how could I have forgotten?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He clucked in irritation at his bad memory, and Reiko's spirits rose anew." }, { "from": "system", "value": "DIRECTIVE: Incorporate \"For once I am, because it was a memorable occasion. I was finishing my last lesson before leaving Edo Castle and embarking on my pilgrimage, when I felt an attack of diarrhea and cramps coming on. I rushed to the privy. It was when I went back to the music room that I saw him in the corridor. Even if he had nothing to do with the murder, there is definitely something strange going on at the castle. I should have reported the incident, but didn't. Perhaps if I tell you what happened, and you think it's important, you could inform your husband so he can take appropriate action.\" in response" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I saw someone in the Large Interior who shouldn't have been there. It happened... let me see... I believe it was two days ago.\"\n\n\"But Lady Harume was already dead by then,\" Reiko said. Again her hopes plummeted. \"You couldn't have seen the murderer come to poison the ink. Unless—are you absolutely sure of the time?\"\n\n\"For once I am, because it was a memorable occasion. I was finishing my last lesson before leaving Edo Castle and embarking on my pilgrimage, when I felt an attack of diarrhea and cramps coming on. I rushed to the privy. It was when I went back to the music room that I saw him in the corridor. Even if he had nothing to do with the murder, there is definitely something strange going on at the castle. I should have reported the incident, but didn't. Perhaps if I tell you what happened, and you think it's important, you could inform your husband so he can take appropriate action.\"\n\n\"Who was it that you saw?\" Reiko said. Perhaps the killer had revisited the crime scene.\n\n\"The No actor Shichisaburo.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Reiko was disconcerted. \"Chamberlain Yanagisawa's lover? But he is not a suspect. And how did he get inside the Large Interior? Even if he managed to slip past the sentries, wouldn't the palace guards have thrown him out?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I doubt whether anyone recognized him besides me,\" said the old musician, \"because he was disguised as a young woman, wearing a lady's kimono and a long wig. Shichisaburo often plays females on stage—he's adept at imitating their manners. He looked like he belonged in the Large Interior. The corridors are dim, and he was careful to keep his face averted.\"\n\n\"Then how did you know it was him?\"\n\nSensei Fukuzawa chuckled. \"I have spent many years performing musical accompaniments for the theater. I've watched hundreds of actors. A man impersonating a woman always betrays his true sex in some small way that goes unnoticed by audiences. But my eye is sharp. Not even the best onnagata can fool me. In Shichisaburo's case, it was his stride. Because a male's body is denser than a female's, his steps were a bit too heavy for a woman of his size. I immediately said to myself, 'That's a boy, not a girl!'\"\n\nAlarm flared in Reiko as she glimpsed a possible explanation for this subterfuge. If what she suspected was true, then how fortunate that she'd found such an astute observer as Sensei Fukuzawa! Perhaps she could prove her worth as a detective and save her life at the same time. Through her excitement, she got a firm grip on her objectivity, wanting to make sure she was right before drawing conclusions.\n\n\"How can you be positive it was Shichisaburo and not some other man, if you didn't see his face?\" she asked." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Ensure 'there' appears 2 time(s) in your answer" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Shichisaburo's family is an ancient, venerable clan of actors,\" Sensei Fukuzawa said. \"Over generations, they've developed signature techniques for the stage—unobtrusive gestures and inflections that are recognized only by experts on No drama. I've watched Shichisaburo perform. When he turned the corner ahead of me, I saw him lift the hem of the robe off the floor in the manner invented by his grandfather, for whom I often played musical scores.\"\n\nSensei Fukuzawa demonstrated, gathering the skirt of his own kimono between thumb and two fingers, with the others curled into the palm. \"It was definitely Shichisaburo.\"\n\n\"What did he do?\" Reiko forced the words through the anxiety that compressed her lungs.\n\n\"I was curious, so I followed him at a distance. He looked around to check if anyone was watching, but he didn't notice me—bad eyesight runs in his family, though they're all trained to act as if they can see just fine. He walked straight to Lady Keisho-in's chambers. There were no guards stationed outside, as there have been on occasions when I've played for the shogun's mother. No one else was around, either. Shichisaburo went inside without knocking, and stayed for some moments. I waited around the corner/When he came out again, he was hiding something inside his sleeve. I heard the rustle of paper.\"\n\nReiko thought of Shichisaburo's connection with Chamberlain Yañagisawa, her husband's enemy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She recalled Yanagisawa's rumored attempts to assassinate Sano, to destroy his reputation and undermine his influence with the shogun. Her suspicions gained substance. Had Yanagisawa bribed Lady Keisho-in's guards to desert their posts? In a turmoil of fear and anticipation, she said, \"And then what?\"\n\n\"Shichisaburo hurried through the women's quarters. I barely managed to keep up with him. He slipped into a chamber at the end of a passage.\"\n\nLady Harume's room, Reiko thought. Dread and elation dizzied her as she considered the political climate surrounding the murder: the imperiled succession; the jealousies and power struggles; the rumors about Lady Keisho-in. Shichisaburo's clandestine visit linked these elements of the case in a pattern that signaled catastrophe." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I put my ear to the wall,\" Sensei Fukuzawa continued." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I heard Shichisaburo rummaging around inside. When he came out, he was empty-handed. I meant to confront him, but unfortunately, I felt the diarrhea coming on again. Shichisaburo vanished. My illness prevented me from immediately reporting what I'd seen, and later I was so busy finishing my lessons and bidding farewell to the ladies that I forgot all about it.\"\n\nThe last piece of the puzzle brought the whole pattern into deadly focus. Reiko leapt to her feet.\n\n\"Is something wrong, child?\" The old music teacher's forehead wrinkled with confusion. \"Where are you going?\"\n\n\"I'm sorry, Sensei Fukuzawa, but I must leave at once. This is a matter of extreme urgency!\"\n\nBowing, Reiko hastily made her farewell." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She fled down the hill and jumped into the waiting palanquin. \"Take me back to Edo Castle,\" she ordered the bearers. \"And hurry!\"\n\nThere was no doubt in her mind that Sano would investigate the rumors about Lady Keisho-in, and find supporting evidence. Honor and duty would compel him to charge her with murder, regardless of the consequences. Reiko alone knew that Sano was in grave danger. Only she could save him—and herself—from disgrace and death. She must warn him before he stepped into the trap. Yet as Reiko sat forward in the palanquin, willing it to move faster, a new fear penetrated her consciousness." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If she succeeded, would Sano appreciate what she'd done?" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Or would her defiance destroy any chance of love between them?" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Hey can you write like Laura Joh Rowland and use whatever i write as a jumping off point? btw characters and stuff might show up without backstory, just go with it" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Morning brought milder weather, with a south wind blowing in from the sea. Puffy white clouds, like the stylized designs painted on Chinese porcelain, floated in the cerulean blue sky as Sano and Hirata rode along the Great North-South Road, Edo's main thoroughfare. Merchants slid open the wooden shutters of their shops, revealing fine furniture, paintings, lacquerware, and fabrics; servants mopped doorsteps. The street began to fill with peddlers and tea vendors, peasants calling cheerful greetings to one another, orange-robed priests with begging bowls, ladies riding in palanquins, mounted samurai.\n\nSano said, \"We need to talk, Hirata-san.\"\n\nHirata felt a constriction of his veins, heart, and windpipe. \"Yes, Sōsakan-sama,\" he said heavily.\n\n\"The false case against Lady Keisho-in and Priest Ryuko was primarily Chamberlain Yanagisawa's doing,\" Sano said, \"with coincidental supporting evidence from the diary, Harume's father, and Choyei's murder. But another person contributed to the fiasco that could have cost us our lives, if not for my wife's independent investigation: Lady Ichiteru.\"\n\nHis expression grave, Sano spoke with reluctance, obviously no more eager for this conversation than Hirata." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You were responsible for questioning Ichiteru, but somehow you managed to learn nothing at all during your first interview with her. When I asked you what the problem was, you avoided answering. It isn't like you to be evasive—or incompetent—but I let the matter go because I trusted you to work things out yourself. I trusted your detective instincts and accepted Ichiteru's statement without corroborating testimony, as you did. Now I see that I made a mistake.\"\n\nShame assailed Hirata. He'd betrayed his master's trust, an unforgivable sin. A long night spent in self-recrimination had increased his guilt. Now Sano's words tore his spirit. The beauty of the day, the sunlight that sparkled on the canals, seemed to mock his woe. He longed to die on the spot.\n\n\"Something's wrong,\" Sano said, \"and I can't ignore it any longer. When Ichiteru told you about overhearing Keisho-in and Ryuko plotting to kill Harume, what made you so ready to believe her? You know that criminals often lie to incriminate other people and divert suspicion from themselves. What happened between you and Ichiteru?\"\n\nHirata saw that Sano was less angry than concerned, more intent on understanding than chastising. Sano's sympathy made him feel even worse, because it required an explanation when he would have preferred a sound beating." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Reluctantly he poured out the whole miserable tale of Ichiteru's seduction, his own gullibility. He forced himself to watch the dismay on Sano's face. When he finished, he said, \"There's no excuse for what happened. I should have known better. Now I've disgraced myself and let you down.\"\n\nBlinking away tears, Hirata drew a deep, tremulous breath. \"I'll leave today.\" He would find a private place to commit seppuku, thereby redeeming his honor.\n\n\"Don't be ridiculous!\" Alarm blared in Sano's voice and eyes: He knew what Hirata was thinking. \"You've made a bad mistake, but it's the first since you entered my service. I'm not going to dismiss you, and I forbid you to leave!\"\n\nThen he said more calmly, \"You're punishing yourself harder than I ever could. I forgive you; now, you do the same. We've no time to waste dwelling on what's past. I need you to go to Daikon Quay and see if you can pick up any leads on Choyei's murder. Then visit the scene of the dagger attack on Lady Harume—maybe something there will point us to her killer.\"\n\n\"Yes, Sōsakan-sama.\" Relief eased the constriction inside Hirata; he could breathe again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sano was giving him another chance! \"Thank you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yet his guilt remained. Opposing purposes warred in him. He must make up for the trouble he'd caused. Lady Ichiteru had nearly ruined the most important thing in his life—his relationship with his master. He was furious at her for manipulating him, and craved revenge, but he still wanted her. And though her lies made her a stronger suspect than ever, he wanted to believe in her innocence, because if she turned out to be the killer he would doubt his own judgment forever. He would never again trust himself to decide whether someone was guilty; he would dread missing clues. He would anticipate failure, making it inevitable.\n\nForcing a semblance of rationality, Hirata said, \"We know that it was a man who stabbed Choyei, so Lady Ichiteru is innocent of that crime.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hirata suppressed the thought that she could have hired someone to buy the poison, then assassinate the drug peddler." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Still, she probably knows something about Harume's murder. I request permission to confront Lady Ichiteru and get the truth out of her.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Instead of answering at once, Sano gazed into the distance, watching an oxcart toil up the road. Then he said, \"I'm ordering you to stay away from Lady Ichiteru. You've already lost your objectivity toward her, and the penalty for consorting with the shogun's concubine is death; you can't let it happen again. Reiko will question Ichiteru. While you're investigating Choyei's murder and the attack on Harume, you can look for connections to Ichiteru, but leave her alone.\" He added, \"I'm sorry.\"\n\nA fresh wave of misery and shame overwhelmed Hirata. Sano didn't trust him anymore. Would that he'd never met Ichiteru! The need for revenge consumed him.\n\nThey'd reached the junction with the highway leading north out of Edo, and Sano said, \"I'm off to Asakusa. I'll see you back at the house later.\" He peered at Hirata with concern." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Are you all right?\"\n\n\"Yes, Sōsakan-sama,\" Hirata said, then watched Sano ride away. But he wasn't all right, and he wouldn't be until he regained Sano's trust. As he headed toward Daikon Quay, he decided that the only way to do that was to uncover the evidence that would ultimately identify Lady Harume's killer.\n\nSeveral hours of canvassing the area around the scene of Choyei's murder eroded Hirata's hopes for salvation. The rooms in the adjacent lodging houses belonged to single males—dockworkers and laborers—who were away at their jobs when Hirata called, and had probably been absent during the murder, too. Thus Choyei's killer had slipped through the alleys unobserved. In the nearby commercial district, Hirata had no better luck. He questioned people who recalled seeing many men dressed in cloaks and hoods for yesterday's cold weather." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The killer had easily blended with the crowd." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "By noon, Hirata was tired, discouraged, and hungry. Above a row of storefronts off the quay, he noticed a sign advertising fresh eel. He went inside to fortify body and spirit.\n\nThe small dining room at the front was jammed with customers who sat on the floor, scooping food into their mouths with chopsticks. In the rear kitchen, huge rice pots simmered. Cooks flung wriggling eels on chopping blocks, split them from gill to tail, cut off the heads, and extracted the bones. The long strips of meat, skewered on bamboo sticks and basted with soy sauce and sweet sake, roasted over an open fire. Clouds of pungent smoke whetted Hirata's appetite and evoked a sharp pang of nostalgia. The restaurant reminded him of establishments he'd frequented during happier days as a doshin." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He'd been so confident then; how could he have known his career would founder upon a woman's treachery?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hirata sat, then ordered a meal from the proprietor, a stout man with missing finger joints on both hands. Customers and staff exchanged gossip. The place was clearly a popular local meeting place. Maybe this trip didn't have to be a waste of time after all.\n\nThe proprietor brought Hirata's food: chunks of grilled eel and pickled eggplant on rice, with a pot of tea. Hirata introduced himself, then said, \"I'm investigating the murder of a peddler not far from here. Have you heard about it?\"\n\nWiping his sweaty brow with a rag, the man nodded. \"Lots of bad things happen nowadays, but it's still a shock when it's someone you know.\"\n\nHirata's interest stirred. \"You knew him?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This was the first person to admit an acquaintance with Choyei, who seemed a recluse without friends or family.\n\n\"Not very well,\" the proprietor confessed. \"He never talked much; kept to himself. But he ate here often. We had a deal: he let me buy things cheap, and I took messages from his customers. He roamed all over town, but word got around that he could be reached here.\" The proprietor glanced at the Tokugawa crests on Hirata's garments, then said, \"Mind if I ask why a high-ranking official like you is interested in an old peddler?\"\n\n\"He supplied the poison that killed the shogun's concubine,\" Hirata said.\n\n\"Hey. Wait. I don't know anything about poison.\" The proprietor raised his hands defensively. \"As far as I knew, the old man sold only healing potions. Please, I don't want any trouble!\"\n\n\"Don't worry,\" Hirata said, \"I'm not after you. I just need your help. Did a man wearing a dark cloak and hood come looking for the peddler yesterday?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No. I can't recall that anyone asked for him then.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "DIRECTIVE: Incorporate \"Oh, yes. Many, including fine, rich ladies. They bought medicine for female troubles.\" in response" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Disappointment descended upon Hirata: Perhaps this lead was a dead end after all. Reluctantly he said, \"Were any of his customers women?\"\n\n\"Oh, yes. Many, including fine, rich ladies. They bought medicine for female troubles.\"\n\nThe proprietor relaxed, glad to turn the conversation away from murder, but Hirata's heart sank. \"Was one of the ladies tall, very beautiful and elegant, about twenty-nine, with a large bosom and lots of hair ornaments?\"\n\n\"Could be, but not recently.\" Eager to dissociate himself from the crime, the proprietor added, \"Come to think of it, there haven't been any messages or visitors for the old man in ages.\"\n\nA young, pimple-faced waiter, passing by with a tray of food, interjected, \"Except for that samurai who came here just after we finished serving the morning meal yesterday.\"\n\n\"What samurai?\" Hirata and the proprietor said in unison." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The waiter distributed bowls of rice and eel." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The one I saw in the alley when I took out the garbage. He threatened to spear me if I didn't help him find the peddler. So I told him where the old man lived. He left in a hurry.\" The waiter looked stricken. \"Was that who killed him? I guess I did the wrong thing.\"\n\n\"What did he look like?\" Hirata asked.\n\n\"Older than you. An ugly fellow.\" The waiter thrust out his jaw, scowling in imitation. \"He hadn't shaved, and even though his clothes were the kind gentlemen wear, they were dirty, like he'd been sleeping outside.\"\n\nElation buoyed Hirata. The description of the man and his weapon matched Lieutenant Kushida, placing him in the area at the time of Choyei's death; he could have donned the hood and cloak later, as a disguise. His potential as a suspect outweighed that of Lady Ichiteru." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hirata ate his food and thanked the proprietor and waiter with large tips." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Leaving the restaurant, he sent a messenger to Edo Castle with orders to search for Kushida around Daikon Quay." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then he rode toward the marketplace where an assassin had almost felled Lady Harume with a dagger." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'll show you where it happened,\" said the priest in charge of security at Asakusa Kannon Temple. A former Edo Castle guard, he had the powerful features of an iron war mask and a vigor undiminished by the amputation of an injured left arm, which had ended his past career. Hirata had called on him to review the official account of the attack on Lady Harume. Now he and the priest left the temple and walked along Naka-mise-dori, the broad avenue that led from the main worship hall to the great vermilion Thunder Gate.\n\nAsakusa, a suburb on the bank of the Sumida River, straddled the highway that led to all points north. Travelers often stopped to have refreshments and make offerings at the temple. This convenient location made Asakusa one of Edo's most popular entertainment districts. Noisy crowds thronged the precinct, gathering around stalls that sold plants, medicines, umbrellas, sweets, dolls, and ivory figurines. The scent of incense mingled with the toasty smell of Asakusa's famous \"thunder crackers,\" made of millet, rice, and beans." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Mandatory: Your text must contain 'priest' 2 times exactly" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Consulting a clothbound ledger, the priest halted outside a teahouse. Nearby, audiences cheered three acrobats who spun iron tops on the rims of their fans while balanced on a plank perched atop tall bamboo poles supported by a fourth man.\n\n\"According to Lady Harume's statement, she was standing here, like this.\" The priest positioned himself at the corner of the teahouse, just inside the adjacent alley and half-turned away from the street. \"The dagger came from that direction\"—he pointed diagonally across Naka-mise-dori—\"and struck here.\" He touched a narrow slit in the plank wall of the teahouse. \"The blade pierced Lady Harume's sleeve. Any closer, and she would have been seriously injured—or killed.\"\n\n\"What happened to the weapon?\" Hirata asked.\n\n\"I have it here.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "From the ledger, the priest took a paper-wrapped package." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Make sure to use 'under' 2 time(s) throughout your message" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hirata opened this and found a short dagger with a tapering, sharply pointed steel blade, the haft wrapped in black cotton cord. It was the sort of cheap weapon used by commoners, easily hidden beneath clothing or under the bed... and sold everywhere.\n\n\"I'll keep this,\" Hirata said, rewrapping the dagger and tucking it under his sash, though he had minimal hope of tracing the owner. \"Were there any witnesses?\"\n\n\"The people nearby were all looking in the other direction, at the acrobats. Lady Harume had become separated from her companions and was very upset. Either she saw nothing, or fright made her forget. Vendors down the street noticed a man in a dark cloak and hood running away.\"\n\nHirata's heart gave a thump of excitement. The attacker had worn the same disguise as Choyei's killer!\n\n\"Unfortunately, no one got a good look at the culprit, and he escaped,\" the priest said.\n\n\"How?\" This surprised Hirata." }, { "from": "system", "value": "<<USAGE LIMIT>>: 'forty-six' must be used 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Asakusa security force usually maintained order and subdued troublemakers with admirable efficiency. \"Didn't anyone chase after him?\"\n\n\"Yes, but the incident occurred on Forty-six Thousand Day,\" the priest reminded Hirata.\n\nHirata nodded in glum comprehension. A visit to the temple on this summer holiday equalled forty-six thousand visits on ordinary days, incurring the equivalent in blessings. The precinct would have been jammed with pilgrims. Additional stalls selling Chinese lantern plants, whose fruit warded off the plague, would have hindered the pursuit, while the confusion allowed the would-be assassin to flee. Sighing, Hirata gazed up at the overshadowing bulk of the temple's main hall, the tiered roofs of the two pagodas. He envisioned the shrines, gardens, cemeteries, other temples, and secondary marketplace within Asakusa Kannon's precinct; the roads leading through the surrounding rice fields; the ferry landing and the river." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There were countless places for a criminal to hide, and just as many avenues for escape." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lady Harume's attacker had chosen both time and place well." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Do you have any other information?\" Hirata asked without much hope.\n\n\"Just the names of everyone in the Edo Castle party. I gathered the women and their escorts at the temple and took statements from them, according to routine procedure.\"\n\nHe held out the ledger, and from the list of Harume's fifty-three companions, one entry leapt out at Hirata: Lady Ichiteru. A sick feeling engulfed his stomach. Pointing to his erstwhile lover's name, he said, \"What did she tell you?\"\n\nThe priest turned pages and found the statement. \"Ichiteru said she was having tea alone down the street when she heard Lady Harume scream. She claimed not to know anything about the attack, or who might have been responsible.\"\n\nBut Ichiteru was a liar with no alibi." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When Harume survived, had Ichiteru resorted to poison?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "However, Hirata didn't want to prove her guilt, not even for the sake of closing the case, or the satisfaction of seeing Ichiteru punished. The prospect of success and revenge lost appeal when he imagined living the rest of his life knowing he'd been tricked by a murderer.\n\n\"Let me see that list again.\" Finding Lieutenant Kushida noted there, Hirata experienced great relief. Kushida fit the assassin's general description. The dagger wasn't his preferred weapon, but he might have chosen it because it was more easily concealed than a spear. \"What was Kushida's story?\"\n\n\"He was so distraught over his failure to protect Lady Harume that I couldn't determine his whereabouts during the attack,\" said the priest.\n\n\"Had anyone else seen him?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No. They'd split up to escort various ladies around the precinct. Everyone assumed Kushida was with a different group.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 7 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The priest frowned. \"I know the lieutenant from my days at Edo Castle. I had no reason to believe he was a suspect in the attack, or that he would become a fugitive from the law. Otherwise I would have tried to trace his movements. I'm sorry to be of so little help.\"\n\n\"Not at all,\" Hirata said. \"You've told me what I wanted to know.\"\n\nHe was convinced that the same man had flung the dagger at Lady Harume, poisoned her, and silenced Choyei. Lieutenant Kushida had had plenty of opportunity to commit the crimes, and no alibis. Hirata foresaw his triumphant return into Sano's good graces and his own self-respect.\n\nAll he had to do was find Lieutenant Kushida." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "I'll be your writing partner for this section. I'll provide a segment, and you continue with two sentences, channeling Laura Joh Rowland in the Historical Fiction, Mystery, Japan genre. Characters may have backstories from previous chapters." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Three days after the death of Lord and Lady Miyagi, a guard captain escorted Chamberlain Yanagisawa to the shogun's private audience chamber. A banner printed with the characters for secrecy decorated the entrance, indicating that a meeting of extremely confidential nature was in session." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sentries stood outside, ready to repel intruders." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Please go right in, Honorable Chamberlain,\" said his escort. \"His Excellency awaits you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Somewhere in the city below Edo Castle, a funeral drum beat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As the guards opened the door, Yanagisawa swallowed the metallic taste of fear. His destiny would be determined here and now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Inside the chamber, Tokugawa Tsunayoshi knelt upon the dais." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "On the floor to his left, Lady Keisho-in and Priest Ryuko sat side by side. The shogun's mother glared at Yanagisawa, then turned away in a huff." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ryuko flashed the chamberlain a glance of smug triumph before respectfully lowering his eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Opposite them, in the place of honor at the shogun's right, knelt Sōsakan Sano, his expression carefully neutral.\n\nA volcano of jealous hatred erupted in Yanagisawa." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The sight of his enemy occupying his own usual position seemed a realization of his worst nightmare—that Sano had replaced him as their lord's favorite." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yanagisawa wanted to rail against the outrage, but a crude display of temper would ill serve his interests. His whole future depended upon skillful handling of the situation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He needed to remain in absolute control. Kneeling before the dais, he bowed to the shogun." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Good morning, Yanagisawa-san,\" said Tokugawa Tsunayoshi." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His voice held none of its customary affection, and he didn't smile. \"It is unfortunate that this session must interfere with your, ahh, administrative duties.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"On the contrary—I'm honored to be called to your presence at any time.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Although the chilly reception filled him with dread, Yanagisawa spoke as if he had no idea that this secret meeting had been called because his plot against Sano had backfired and he was now facing treason charges. \"My service is yours to command.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I have summoned you here to resolve some, ahh, serious issues that have been raised by Sōsakan Sano and my honorable mother,\" said the shogun, nervously toying with his fan." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Chamberlain Yanagisawa's heart thumped like a wild creature trying to escape the cage of his body. Though he'd envisioned this scene countless times since Ryuko had come to his office, the reality was still terrible." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He must conquer his fear and concentrate on repairing the damage he'd done himself.\n\n\"Certainly I shall cooperate in any way I can, Your Excellency.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Yanagisawa made his expression reflect puzzlement and a somber eagerness to please, inserting just the right note of innocence into his voice." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What seems to be the problem?\"\n\n\"It appears that you have, ahh, tried to frame my beloved mother for the murder of Lady Harume, and to ruin my dear, loyal Sōsakan by forcing him to accuse her. This is not only treason of the, ahh, highest order, but also a personal betrayal.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tokugawa Tsunayoshi's voice was high and tight; tears glistened in his eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lady Keisho-in muttered angrily as she patted her son's hand. Ryuko smiled ever so slightly at Yanagisawa, while Sano watched everyone with wary alertness." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"For fifteen years I've given you everything you desire—land, money, power. And you repaid my, ahh, generosity by attacking my family and my friend. This is an outrage!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It would be if it were true,\" Chamberlain Yanagisawa said, \"but I can assure you that it is absolutely not.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sweat drenched his armpits and his hands turned to ice, but he knew exactly what he must do." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Letting shock and hurt register on his face, but careful not to overact, he said, \"Your Excellency, whatever led you to believe I committed such heinous acts?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ahh—\" The shogun gulped and blinked. Overcome by emotion, he gestured weakly toward Sano." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You ordered Shichisaburo to plant a letter written by Lady Keisho-in among Harume's possessions for me to find,\" Sano said.\n\nThe sōsakan-sama's cautious tone signaled his knowledge that the battle wasn't over, despite Keisho-in's smirk and Ryuko's veiled gloating." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "While Sano explained how the ruse had been discovered, Yanagisawa shook his head in dismay, then let feigned anger harden his features.\n\n\"Shichisaburo acted without my orders or my knowledge,\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lady Keisho-in gasped. \"Incredible!\" Ryuko's eyes narrowed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sano frowned.\n\n\"Is that so?\" Hope lifted the shogun's voice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Do you mean that it's all the boy's fault, and you had nothing to do with the, ahh, plot against my mother and the Sōsakan-sama?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Chamberlain Yanagisawa felt the weight of victory shift in his direction. Tokugawa Tsunayoshi still cared for him, desiring reconciliation as much as justice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's exactly what I mean.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The shogun smiled in relief. \"It seems we've misjudged you, Yanagisawa-san. A thousand pardons.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Now the double purposes of Yanagisawa's plan came together." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Shichisaburo would take the blame for the failed plot, and the natural course of events would end their affair. No longer would he awaken dangerous cravings in Yanagisawa, or undermine his judgment and strength." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Yanagisawa bowed, humbly accepting the shogun's apology, preparing for the next round." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Just as he'd expected, Sano said, \"I suggest that Shichisaburo be allowed to tell his version of the story.\"\n\n\"Oh, very well,\" the shogun said indulgently." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Soon Shichisaburo was kneeling before the dais at Yanagisawa's side." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Worry pinched his small face. He looked to Yanagisawa for reassurance, but the chamberlain refused to meet his lover's gaze." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He couldn't wait to be rid of the despicable creature." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Shichisaburo, I want you to tell us the truth,\" Tokugawa Tsunayoshi said. \"Did you, upon your own initiative, without, ahh, directions from anyone else, steal a letter written by my mother and hide it in Lady Harume's room?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Of course the boy would spill the whole story, Chamberlain Yanagisawa knew." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But it was a humble actor's word against his own, and he could easily make Shichisaburo look like a liar.\n\n\"Yes, Your Excellency, I did,\" said Shichisaburo." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yanagisawa stared at him, astonished. Excited mutters arose from Lady Keisho-in and Priest Ryuko; the shogun nodded." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sano said, \"Your Excellency, I think that the present company is intimidating Shichisaburo. We'll have a better chance of learning the truth if you and I speak to him privately.\"\n\n\"No!\" Shichisaburo's cry rang out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then his voice dropped." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm all right. And I—I am telling the truth.\"\n\nConfusion rendered Chamberlain Yanagisawa speechless." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Was the actor crazy, or just stupid?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Do you realize that you are admitting that you, ahh, tried to frame my mother for murder?\" the shogun asked Shichisaburo." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Do you understand that this is treason?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Trembling visibly, the boy whispered, \"Yes, Your Excellency. I am a traitor.\"\n\nTokugawa Tsunayoshi sighed. \"Then I must condemn you to death.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "While guards chained Shichisaburo's arms and legs for the trip to the execution ground, Tokugawa Tsunayoshi looked away from the distasteful sight." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lady Keisho-in burst into tears." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Glaring at Yanagisawa, Priest Ryuko comforted her. Sano's face mirrored dismay and resignation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Chamberlain Yanagisawa waited for the actor to plead for his life, to incriminate his master in an effort to save himself, to protest the betrayal. Yet Shichisaburo passively accepted his fate." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As the soldiers led him to the door, he turned to Yanagisawa.\n\n\"I'd do anything for you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Though his complexion had gone as white as ice, love blazed from his dark eyes; he spoke with reverence and joy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Now it is my privilege to die for you.\"\n\nThen he was gone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The door slammed behind him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well,\" said Tokugawa Tsunayoshi, \"I am glad that the, ahh, misunderstanding has been cleared up and this unpleasant business resolved. Sōsakan Sano, move over. Come and sit by me, Yanagisawa-san.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But Chamberlain Yanagisawa, stunned by what had just happened, sat staring after Shichisaburo. For his sake, the actor had willingly made the ultimate sacrifice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Instead of relief, Yanagisawa experienced an agonizing onslaught of grief, regret, and horror." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He realized that he'd just destroyed the only person in the world who truly cared for him. Too late, he perceived the value of Shichisaburo's love, and the desolate void it left behind." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Come back! he wanted to shout." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yet even as he considered admitting that he, not the actor, had instigated the plot, he knew he wouldn't. Selfishness outweighed his capacity for doing what was right—and for love." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Now he saw the ugly flaw in his character." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was as worthless as his parents had claimed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Surely this was why they'd withheld their affection from him.\n\n\"Yanagisawa-san?\" The shogun's peevish voice penetrated his misery." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I told you to come here.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yanagisawa obeyed. The howling emptiness inside him eroded his soul, growing deeper and darker, never to be filled. Ahead of him stretched a life populated with slaves and sycophants, political allies and enemies, superiors and rivals." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But there was no one to nurture his starved heart, or mend his damaged spirit." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Unloving and unloved, he was doomed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You look ill,\" Tokugawa Tsunayoshi said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Is something the matter?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Seated opposite Yanagisawa in a hostile trio were Sōsakan Sano, Lady Keisho-in, and Priest Ryuko. He could tell that they knew the truth about Shichisaburo's confession and his own role in the plot." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They didn't intend to let him get away with attacking them. This battle was over, but the war continued—with his rivals united against him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Everything's fine,\" Chamberlain Yanagisawa said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hirata walked through Edo Castle's herb garden, where he'd ordered Lady Ichiteru to meet him. A blanket of murky cloud covered the sky, with the sun a diffuse white glow above the palace rooftops." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Soaring crows cawed. Frost had withered the beds of herbs, though their pungent scents lingered." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Gardeners swept the paths; in a long shed, the castle pharmacist and his apprentices prepared remedies. Lady Ichiteru's attendants waited at the gate." }, { "from": "human", "value": "This time Hirata had deliberately arranged circumstances to preclude seduction, while providing enough privacy for what he intended to be their last conversation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He found Ichiteru alone beside a pond in which lotus bloomed in summer. Standing with her back to him, she contemplated the tangled mat of foliage." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She wore a gray cloak; a black veil covered her hair." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hirata could tell by the way her spine stiffened that she was aware of his presence, but she didn't turn. So much the better: he could speak his mind without succumbing to her allure." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It was you who gave Lady Harume the poison that made her sick last summer, wasn't it?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hirata said. \"It was you she feared, and begged her father to rescue her from.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So what if it was me?\" Indifference dulled Ichiteru's husky voice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You have no proof.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She was right. Hirata had spent the past three days investigating the incident, and had eliminated the other palace residents as suspects. He knew Ichiteru was guilty, but he'd found no evidence against her, and since she was obviously not about to confess, there was nothing he could do." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ichiteru had gotten away with attempted murder, as well as making a fool of him. Angry humiliation stung Hirata." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I know you did it,\" he said. \"Since you didn't kill Harume, it's the only explanation for how you treated me. You were afraid the Sōsakan-sama would discover that you were responsible for the earlier poisoning, and you wanted Lady Keisho-in convicted of Harume's murder. So you used me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Seething inside, Hirata continued, \"I bet you're pretty pleased with the way things turned out. But hear this: I know what you are—a murderess in spirit if not in fact. And I'm warning you: Cause trouble again, and I'll come after you. Then you'll get the punishment you deserve.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Punishment?\" Lady Ichiteru gave a disdainful laugh. \"What can you do to me that's worse than the future that already lies ahead?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She turned; her veil slipped. Hirata stared in shock." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ichiteru wore no makeup. Her eyes were red and puffy from weeping, her pale lips bloated." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her bare skin looked mottled and sallow, and she wore her hair in an untidy knot devoid of ornaments. Hirata barely recognized this plain figure as the woman who had captivated him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What happened to you?\" he said.\n\n\"Tomorrow, fifteen new concubines arrive in the Large Interior. I was just informed that I am one of the women who will be dismissed to make room for them—three months short of my official retirement date!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lady Ichiteru's voice shook with fury." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I've lost my chance to bear the shogun an heir and become his consort. I shall return to Kyoto with nothing to show for thirteen years of degradation and pain. I'll spend the rest of my life as an impoverished spinster, a despised symbol of the imperial family's failed hopes for a restoration to glory.\"\n\nSneering at Hirata, Lady Ichiteru said, \"I apologize for what I did to you, but you'll get over it. And whenever you think of me, you can laugh!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hirata's need for vengeance dissolved." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His attraction to Ichiteru had vanished with the artificial trappings of fashion and manner; her bitterness repelled him. Finally he could forgive and even pity Ichiteru." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her fate was indeed her punishment." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His own concerns seemed trivial in comparison." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm sorry,\" he said.\n\nHe would have wished her luck, or offered polite words of comfort, but Lady Ichiteru turned away. \"Leave me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Good-bye, then,\" Hirata said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Walking back through the garden, he felt years older than when he'd begun the investigation. The experience had fostered wisdom." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Never again would he allow a murder suspect to manipulate him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yet the departure of the strong emotions he'd had toward Ichiteru left a vacancy in his spirit. He should attend to other cases before Sano's wedding banquet, scheduled for that evening, but Hirata was too restless for work." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Filled with vague yearnings, he entered the forest preserve, hoping that a solitary stroll would clear his mind.\n\nHe'd no sooner started down a path when a hesitant voice spoke behind him. \"Hello, Hirata-san.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Turning, he saw Midori approaching. \"Hello,\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I took the liberty of following you from the herb garden because I thought—I hoped—you might like company.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Blushing, Midori fidgeted with a lock of her hair. \"I'll go away if you don't want me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No, no. I'd be grateful for your company,\" Hirata said, meaning it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They wandered between birches that dropped golden leaves upon them. For the first time since they'd met, Hirata really looked at her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He saw the beauty in her clear, direct gaze, her guileless behavior." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He could understand his infatuation with Lady Ichiteru as a sickness that had blinded him to good things, including Midori. Thinking about the conversations he'd enjoyed with her, Hirata remembered something." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You knew that Ichiteru tried to kill Harume last summer, didn't you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "he said. \"And you tried to warn me that she planned to use me to make sure she would never be arrested for the murder.\"\n\nHiding her face behind the shiny curtain of her hair, Midori looked at the ground." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I wasn't sure, but I suspected... And I didn't want her to hurt you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Then why didn't you say so? I know I must not have seemed very eager to listen, but you could have spoken up, or written me a letter, or told the Sōsakan-sama\"\n\n\"I was too afraid,\" Midori said unhappily." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You admire her so. I thought that if I said anything bad about her, you'd think I was lying. You'd hate me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That a highborn girl could not only care about him, but also want him to think well of her, amazed Hirata. Now he realized that she'd liked him all along." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She didn't care about his humble origins." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Midori's honest tribute lifted him free of the prison of insecurity. It no longer mattered that he lacked noble lineage or cultured elegance." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His life's achievements—the true manifestations of honor—would suffice." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hirata suddenly wanted to laugh with exultation. How strange that his most humiliating experience should also bring the gift of revelation!" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Touching Midori's shoulder, he turned her to face him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't admire Lady Ichiteru anymore,\" he said. \"And I could never hate you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Midori regarded him with wide, solemn eyes full of dawning hope." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A smile trembled on her lips; her dimples flashed shyly, like sunlight glinting on pearls under water. Hirata felt a spring of happiness as he saw a possible answer to his longing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What are you going to do now that Ichiteru is leaving?\" he asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, I'll be lady-in-waiting to one of the other concubines,\" said Midori. She added, \"I'm supposed to stay at Edo Castle until I marry.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Or perhaps even afterward, Hirata thought, if he remained stationed here and their fortunes coincided." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But that was rushing things. For now, he was satisfied to know they would both be at the castle long enough for the future to unfold." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well,\" Hirata said, grinning. \"I'm glad to hear that.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Midori gave him a radiant smile." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sleeves touching, they continued along the path together.\n\n\"It is my pleasure to open the celebration of the marriage of Sōsakan Sano Ichiro and Lady Ueda Reiko,\" announced Noguchi Motoori." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The go-between and his wife knelt upon the dais in the reception hall of Sano's mansion." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Beside them, Sano and Reiko, dressed in formal silk kimonos, sat beneath a huge paper umbrella, symbol of lovers. Wall partitions had been removed, expanding the room to accommodate three hundred banquet guests—friends and relatives, Sano's colleagues, superiors, and subordinates, representatives of prominent daimyo clans." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Glowing lanterns hung from the ceiling; the atmosphere shimmered with the scents of perfume, tobacco smoke, incense, and cooking.\n\n\"Like rain after a drought, these festivities are much delayed and therefore all the more welcome,\" Noguchi said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Now I invite you to join me in congratulating the bridal couple, and wishing them a long, happy life together.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Musicians played a cheerful melody on samisen, flute, and drum. Servants passed out sake decanters and cups, proffered laden trays of delicacies." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Cries of \"Kanpai!\" arose from the guests." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His heart brimming with joy, Sano exchanged smiles with Reiko.\n\nThe murder investigation was over, albeit not as comfortably as he would have liked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The violent deaths of Lord and Lady Miyagi still disturbed him. Lieutenant Kushida had been transferred to a post in Kaga Province, where he might or might not recover from his obsession and build a new life." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Also, Sano felt that he should have guessed that Chamberlain Yanagisawa would sacrifice Shichisaburo, and somehow saved the actor." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "However, there would be plenty of time later to review the case, to apply the experience toward better results in future. Relative harmony had returned to Edo Castle." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tonight offered a happy respite from agonizing over the past." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "How much more significant this celebration was now than if it had taken place right after the wedding! To Sano it seemed a fitting tribute to the bond forged between him and his bride during the investigation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Under cover of their flowing sleeves, they clasped hands." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Magistrate Ueda stood and made the first speech. \"Marriage resembles the joining of two streams—two families, two spirits coming together. Though turbulence often results when the waters mix, may they continue to flow forever in the same direction, two forces united for mutual benefit.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Beaming proudly at Sano and Reiko, the magistrate raised his sake cup." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I toast the allegiance between our two clans.\"\n\nThe guests cheered and drank." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Maids poured liquor for Sano and Reiko." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hirata spoke next: \"During the eighteen months that I've served the Sōsakan-sama, I have found him to be an exemplary samurai and master. Now I'm glad that he has a wife of similar honor, courage, and fine character. I pledge my service to them for as long as I live.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "More cheers; another round of drinks." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then an official entered the room and announced, \"His Excellency the shogun, and his mother, the Honorable Lady Keisho-in.\"\n\nIn walked Tokugawa Tsunayoshi, regal in his brilliant robes and tall black cap." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Keisho-in minced alongside him, smiling." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Everyone bowed low, but the shogun gestured for them to rise." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Relax, we're all, ahh, comrades here tonight.\" Eschewing formality, he seated himself and Keisho-in before the dais." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He said to Sano, \"My mother wishes to present you with a special wedding gift.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Four priests wrestled a huge Buddhist altar through the door." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As Priest Ryuko directed them to set it in the corner, the assembly stared in awe. Garish carved dragons, deities, and landscapes adorned the teak doors of the ceiling-high butsudan." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There were columns inlaid with mother-of-pearl, and a gilt pagoda roof." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was a masterpiece of ugliness." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Wherever shall we put it?\" whispered Reiko.\n\n\"In a prominent place,\" Sano whispered back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The gift sealed the alliance between him and Lady Keisho-in." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With her support he hoped to convince the shogun to enact reforms that would reduce government corruption and benefit the citizens' welfare. And they needed each other to counteract the influence of Chamberlain Yanagisawa, who was conspicuously absent from the banquet." }, { "from": "human", "value": "After the failure of his plot, Yanagisawa would be more eager than ever to ruin them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's the most glorious butsudan I've ever seen,\" Sano declared." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Many thanks, Honorable Lady.\"\n\nKeisho-in giggled. The audience murmured polite praises, and Priest Ryuko led his brethren in a chant of blessing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sano studied the handsome priest with interest: Ryuko, too, was a valuable ally. In the space of a single investigation, he'd built a strong power base from which to further his search for truth and justice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "More speeches followed, with much eating, drinking, music, and merriment." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Guests approached the dais to wish the bridal couple well. During a lull, Sano turned to Reiko." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Happy?\" he asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Reiko smiled. \"Very.\"\n\n\"Me, too.\" This was truly the best day of Sano's life." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Of course he knew that such perfect contentment couldn't last." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There would be more dangerous investigations; the ongoing fight to maintain his position in the political battlefield of the Tokugawa regime; the serious and minor crises of life. But for now, Sano basked in serenity." }, { "from": "human", "value": "With such good friends and allies, future success seemed assured." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And right beside him was the source of his new optimism.\n\n\"Let's make a promise,\" he said." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 3 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Whatever happens, we'll always be lovers.\"\n\nReiko squeezed his hand; her eyes sparkled with mischief. \"And partners,\" she added." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "help with this chapter? 3 sentences more sentences, Michael Dalton-style, Urban Fantasy, Harem Erotica genre. some context might be from earlier" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Okay, folks, remember your hydrocarbon flow models are due on Tuesday, and next week is the midterm. Don't plan on partying too hard this weekend.\"\n\nI closed my laptop and shoved it into my backpack as Dr. Vicenza continued with his exhortations.\n\n\"I know we've got a lot going on, but welcome to grad school. You think this is tough, wait until you get out there in the real world.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The twelve of us groaned and nodded." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Dr. Vicenza flagged me down as I started to leave. \"Jimmy?\"\n\n\"Yeah?\"\n\n\"Do you think you'll have the Chem 240 exams graded tomorrow?\" he asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yeah, no problem,\" I said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'll get them done.\" I still had about forty to go, but I didn't want to tell him that.\n\n\"Great, thanks.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I walked wearily out of the classroom and headed toward the stairs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I desperately wanted to head to the student union for a beer but I reminded myself, for what seemed like the hundredth time that fall, that I was no longer an undergraduate. I had forty exams to grade, plus that flow model to finish, as well as two chapters to read for my Energy and Process Efficiency class.\n\nI walked across campus until I hit McKinley Boulevard and then went two more blocks up to my apartment." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The sun was going down, and I wanted to get home before it got dark." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Huntington College itself was nice and relatively safe — the school spent plenty of money to keep it that way — but the neighborhood around it was less so. I had so far managed to avoid getting robbed, but I knew people who hadn't been so lucky. For the most part, it was a matter of not doing anything stupid, but since doing stupid things was part of the college experience, the local criminal contingent was happy to take advantage of that." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I lived alone in a little one-bedroom, which was fine because all I did now was study." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I'd been in this building since my junior year, and most of my neighbors were undergraduates." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That meant a fair number of loud parties and chaos, especially on the weekends. For whatever reason, the chaos had gotten worse over the past year or so, bad enough that there had actually been some deaths due to drug overdoses and alcohol poisoning. I learned to just stick my earbuds in and deal with it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was a Thursday, so I knew things would likely be loud tonight. Not as bad as Fridays, but the tradition at Huntington was to get the weekend started early. So I grabbed some leftover pizza out of my fridge and got started on the exams." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I took Chem 240 — Inorganic Chemistry I — with Dr. Vicenza when I was a sophomore, and between that and having majored in the subject, I was able to just go on autopilot with the exam key and power through them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "By the time I finished the last one, it was about nine, and I had to take a break. I still had a lot of reading to do, but I had only one class and a lab section on Fridays, so I figured I could get caught up tomorrow.\n\nThere was a party going on across the hall." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I knew Nathan and Kelly, the two guys who lived over there, so I decided to stick my head out and see what was going on." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I grabbed a couple of beers, and when I opened my door, I saw three or four kids in the hallway and more of them inside the apartment.\n\nI leaned in through the doorway. I didn't see Nathan, but Kelly was in there with five or six other kids." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was a surfer with a big mop of curly blonde hair." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He saw me and waved me in." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Jimmy, dude, where you been?\"\n\n\"Too much studying. Exams to grade.\"\n\n\"Jimmy's a TA,\" he said to the Asian girl sitting next to him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He gets to give out As for blowjobs.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The rest of them laughed, but the girl looked over at me. \"Is that true?\"\n\nI laughed. \"Why?\"\n\n\"What are you a TA for?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Chemistry.\"\n\nHer face fell. \"Oh. I'm majoring in Economics. I need help.\"\n\nThe rest of them laughed again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I set the beers down, and Kelly waved me over toward a bottle of Swedish vodka. I made myself a weak drink and sat down.\n\nNathan came out of the bedroom with a girl I'd seen around the building the past few months." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I couldn't shake the feeling that she had to be a cam girl or porn actress on the side, because she just radiated sex appeal in every direction." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She was about 5'6\", long blonde hair, firm tits like ripe grapefruits, and a taut waist leading down to a tight, athletic butt." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She dressed to play up every bit of it, wearing short tops, booty shorts or tights or cut-offs that were short enough to expose her ass cheeks." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I'd never talked to her, but she was way out of my league anyway." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I greeted Nathan, but he hardly seemed to notice me. The girl was hanging on him, whispering something. He laughed.\n\nWhat she was doing with Nathan I had no idea, but they seemed to be on the verge of a hookup." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They left the apartment without a glance at anyone else." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Damn,\" I said. \"How'd Nathan end up with her?\"\n\nKelly laughed. \"I don't know, man, she just showed up tonight with that bottle of vodka.\"\n\n\"Do you know her?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "the girl asked me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Seen her a few times, that's it,\" I said.\n\nAnother girl in the group spoke up. \"Her name is Sabrina. I don't think she lives in the building, but I've seen her around. She's kind of a bitch.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The rest of us nodded." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She seemed like the type.\n\nThe Asian girl who needed help with her economics scooted over next to me. \"Are there really TAs who do stuff like that?\" she asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I doubt it,\" I said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We're not even supposed to date students in our sections. I had to sit through an hour-long training session on sexual harassment when I started as a TA, where they went over that kind of thing. Someone who got caught doing it would probably get expelled.\"\n\nShe looked disappointed. \"Oh, for sure, I get the harassment stuff, but what if they both wanted to work something out? If it was all consensual, I mean. Wouldn't that be okay?\"\n\nI looked at her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Do you really need that much help?\"\n\n\"My parents are super strict, and there's this one class I might get a B in.\"\n\nI rubbed my forehead briefly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I wish I could help you, but I don't know anything about economics.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm just wondering, if one of the students in your section suggested something like that, what would you do?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I weighed my words carefully. \"I have too many student loans to risk my tuition remission for a blowjob.\"\n\nShe nodded. \"Yeah, I guess that makes sense. Thanks.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I went back to my apartment about an hour later to get started on my reading." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I tried to focus on the textbook, but I kept envisioning Sabrina's tits in my mind. I knew I would never get to see them, but I could imagine them — perfect, gravity-defying orbs topped with ripe pink nipples. They had that look to them, like they needed no support despite the tight top she'd had on." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ugh. I forced the fantasy out of my mind." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I hadn't gotten laid since the past summer, and the last thing I needed to be doing was distracting myself with a girl I had no chance with." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "I'll start writing, then you take over for 6 sentences, matching any established character familiarity in the Urban Fantasy, Harem Erotica genre." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The next morning I dropped the graded exams off with Dr. Vicenza." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Since I had no classes until later, I drove over to see my grandmother.\n\nGrandma Amy was the only family I had left, and she lived in an assisted living facility about fifteen minutes away. Though I'd gotten full scholarships to a couple of good schools, I picked Huntington because it was the closest to home and we would still be able to see each other regularly.\n\nI'd been with Grandma Amy pretty much my entire life, ever since my parents were killed in a car accident when I was four and she'd had to raise me alone. She'd never married and no longer had any contact with my grandfather, to the point that she never even talked about him. We didn't have much beyond each other when I was a kid, but it was enough to get by." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She was frugal to a fault, and I learned to make do with as little as possible.\n\nFor the most part, Grandma Amy gave me a good childhood. But she had a few odd fixations, like insisting I study Latin in high school and college. She'd studied it herself and told me over and over how it helped with all her other subjects. She was also the one who steered me into majoring in Chemistry, spending a large portion of my youth showing me a variety of little tricks and fun things to do with household chemicals. I found that I liked it, so I didn't argue." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Our meager financial situation meant I attended college on my scholarships and student loans, but with her lessons in frugality, I managed well enough." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Grandma Amy was in her eighties now, and only her long-term care insurance kept her off the street at this point, so I tried to visit her as often as I could. The facility was in a nicer neighborhood a couple of exits up the freeway, a largely nondescript building little different from the apartment complexes around it. I found a parking space around the side and checked in at the front desk. The usual receptionist, an attractive brown-haired woman in her thirties named Rachel who sometimes flirted with me, was behind the desk.\n\n\"Hi, Jimmy. I think your grandmother is in the main living room with the other ladies,\" she said.\n\n\"Thanks. Anything to report?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Rachel smiled. \"She hasn't gotten into any arguments today.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I found Grandma Amy sitting in the common room watching TV." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She didn't really have any friends here, but the other older women at this place knew me and greeted me as I came in.\n\nI bent down and kissed her.\n\n\"Jimmy, you should be studying.\"\n\n\"I was studying all night, Grandma. I wanted to see you. How are you feeling?\"\n\n\"As shitty as always. I hate this fucking place, and you know it.\"\n\nThe other women around us huffed and clucked at her language, but I was used to it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Grandma Amy could curse like a longshoreman when she wanted to, which was most of the time." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Take me back to my room,\" she said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm sick of this fucking Fox News all the goddamned time. Only thing the dried-up biddies in this place want to watch. Bullshit, all of it!\"\n\nThere was more snorting and huffing around us. I ignored it and helped her up. She took my arm and leaned on her walking stick. Unlike the other residents, she refused to use a walker or even an aluminum cane, insisting on an ancient oaken staff that was black with age and use. She'd had it as long as I could remember." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There were engravings and markings all over it, but it was so old and worn now that little of it was easily legible.\n\nIt took us about five minutes of slow shuffling to get to her room on the third floor. I had asked for something lower, but the first-floor rooms were on a waiting list, and there were no other options right now.\n\nWhen we got inside, I helped her over to her chair by the window, where she liked to sit and watch the neighborhood. There was an elementary school down the block, and she enjoyed watching the kids come and go.\n\n\"How is school going, Jimmy? Are you still enjoying things?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well enough,\" I said. \"It's a lot of work.\"\n\n\"You're still going to be a doctor?\"\n\n\"That's the plan, Grandma. A PhD. It will be four more years.\"\n\nShe sighed slowly. \"I hoped to see it, but I'm too fucking weak and sick.\"\n\n\"You'll make it. You have to.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I didn't like it when she talked like this." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But she shook her head. \"I know what time I have left. I've stretched it out as far as I can, but it's done. The fucking bill is coming due.\" She grunted and reached for her walking stick. \"Help me with this.\"\n\n\"Where do you want to go?\"\n\n\"No-fucking-where. I need to open this.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I handed her the stick." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She reached for the top end and felt around for a moment or two." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Twist this off,\" she said. \"Right here.\" She extended it toward me.\n\nI'd never noticed it, but when she pointed it out, I realized there was a faint seam in the wood. I twisted where she told me, but at first nothing happened.\n\n\"It's stuck,\" she said. \"Haven't opened it in twenty years, I think. Give it some fucking muscle, Jimmy.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I tried again, and again nothing happened." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I stood up and tried to brace myself against the floor." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I squeezed as hard as I could and leaned into it. All of a sudden, with a loud squeak, the top six inches of the staff gave way and came off in my hand.\n\nThe part I twisted off was hollow, and something fell out of it, bouncing onto the carpet. I looked down and saw it was a key.\n\n\"Get that,\" she said. \"That's it there.\"\n\nIt was a long, oddly machined brass key." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The patterns were far more complicated than any key I'd seen before." }, { "from": "human", "value": "There was a number on the fob: 1406." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That goes to a safe-deposit box. It's time for me to pass on your inheritance.\"\n\nAn unfamiliar thrill coursed through me. Had Grandma Amy been sitting on some money all this time? But she saw the look on my face and laughed.\n\n\"It's nothing like you're imagining. I've got no goddamned gold or jewelry to pass on to you. I wish. No, it's just my legacy. I think you're ready. You're used to reading and studying, and you'll need to do a lot of it with this.\"\n\n\"What is it?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Some books,\" she replied. \"That's all I'll say. Too risky to say anything else. There are some fucking things never meant to be given voice to, Jimmy, and this is one of them. You take that key to my bank and show it to them. You're on the account as someone who's allowed to access it, if you've got the key. They'd better fucking let you in there.\" She looked over at the clock on the wall. \"You best go do it now, Jimmy. I don't know how much time I have left, and if I fucking pass before you take possession, things may happen.\"\n\n\"Grandma? What are you talking about?\"\n\nShe waved away my question impatiently." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Go! You'll understand when you see what's in there.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I knew from long experience there was no arguing with her when she got like this. So I kissed her goodbye and left." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Keep going w/ two sentences more. Note: Might reference existing chars" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I spent the rest of the day staring at the walls of my apartment and going through the motions of existing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sunday afternoon, I got a call from an investigator with the fire department wanting to know if he could come over and talk to me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I had finished my homework, so I said yes.\n\nThe investigator showed up about an hour later." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was a big, heavyset guy named Rob with a gray walrus mustache." }, { "from": "human", "value": "After he expressed his condolences, we sat down together on my couch, and he pulled out a digital recorder." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He pushed a button on it to start the recording." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Jimmy, I'm going to tape this, just so we've got a clear record. Is that okay?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yeah, sure.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He recited some information about the case and then identified me. \"Jimmy, to start us off here, I need to ask you a few questions about your grandmother. Did she smoke?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No,\" I replied." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Never?\"\n\n\"I never saw it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He nodded. \"Did she like candles around her apartment? The scented things? A lot of older ladies are into those.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No. Not that I can remember.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Incense? Anything like that, that would have involved an open flame, or burning things?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I looked at him. \"No. Why?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Rob sat back on the couch." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"All right. Let me tell you what we found. There was some kind of explosion in her apartment. We can tell that from the damage to the windows, and other things. So we thought at first it had to be a gas explosion. But those are harder to set off than people think, because the conditions have to be just right.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If you're too far out of the range for a stoichiometric mixture, I know.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Rob looked at me strangely for a moment." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm studying chemical engineering,\" I said.\n\nHe nodded. \"All right, so then you know exactly what I'm talking about. If you're right at a perfect stoichiometric mixture of air and gas, then that's when you've got the greatest blast energy, and you see little to no burn damage, because the gas combusts all at once. It just happens too fast to ignite anything, you know what I'm saying?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "⚠️ Required: Use 'because' exactly 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes.\"\n\n\"So normally, what you'll see in a gas explosion is some charring and thermal damage to the surrounding area, because getting an exact mix is hard to do accidentally. But those burn marks are usually higher up, because natural gas is lighter than air. You probably know that already.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yeah,\" I said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"There were some significant scorch marks around the apartment. The gas burn was enough to ignite some things, and that tells me — again you can probably see this — that we had a really fuel-rich mix, so the gas didn't combust all at once. It took a second or two to burn off, which is how we got the fire.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Right.\"\n\n\"What doesn't make sense here,\" he said, \"is that we found a large circular burn mark on the floor of her apartment, right in the carpet. That's why I was asking about her smoking, or the candles. We thought maybe she dropped the ignition source, whatever it was, on the floor. But you're sure you never saw her smoking or anything like that?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I tried to remember if I'd even seen a candle in her apartment. \"No,\" I said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It was perfectly circular, like a sunburst, almost. Like whatever happened exploded right from that point. Thirty years I've been doing this, I've never seen anything like it.\"\n\nI sighed. \"I'm sorry. I understand what you're talking about, but I don't know what to tell you. She was old enough that I had to pretty much bring her everything she needed, other than food. She didn't like leaving her apartment much. She didn't like leaving the facility at all. And she never asked me for candles or cigarettes or anything like what you're asking about.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Rob was silent for a few moments, seeming to think about something." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"All right,\" he said. \"I don't want to insult her memory, or anything like that. But you understand that sometimes I have to ask some difficult questions when I'm doing this, just to narrow things down. This is only because of some things that were said when I was at the facility.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Okay.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Was your grandmother into the occult at all, anything like that? I'm not trying to pass any judgment, people are completely free to believe what they want. That's how it works in this country. And again, this is just because of some things people said, and I have to follow all the leads, you understand.\"\n\nI sat there wondering what to say." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Two days ago, I would have laughed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After reading all those books Grandma Amy had left me, I wasn't so sure. Not after that conversation we had when she gave me the key." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I know what time I have left." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I've stretched it out as far as I can, but it's done." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 3 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The fucking bill is coming due.\n\nBut I had to answer with what I knew, which was nothing.\n\n\"No. I don't remember anything like that.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "keep the story goin for like 10 sentences more. same character vibes. make it Urban Fantasy, Harem Erotica-y" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was a charity drop box at the supermarket near campus. I stopped there and dropped Grandma Amy's clothes into it. The dishes I kept, since there was nothing wrong with them.\n\nI didn't open the letter until I got back to my apartment. It was shorter than I expected.\n\nDear Jimmy,\n\nIf you are reading this, it is because my time has come. I have put it off as long as I could, but my debts are large and soon must be paid. I have passed on everything you will need to move forward. I dare not put anything else in writing for fear it may attract attention." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You are smart enough to figure it out on your own." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If you have doubts, I assure you that what you wonder about now is a fraction of the entire truth. You must BELIEVE.\n\nLove,\n\nGrandma Amy\n\nBelieve... what, exactly? My grandmother was not religious, and we'd never gone to church. We never discussed God or anything else at all, and I basically grew up an indifferent agnostic.\n\nThe only things she really passed on to me were the books and, I guess, her legacy of getting me to study Latin and chemistry.\n\nIt was hard to see how she could mean anything else besides the books. I needed Latin to understand them. What did I need the chemistry for?\n\nI opened up Picatrix again." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 11 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Many of the spells were essentially detailed recipes for some concoction that needed to be burned or consumed or otherwise used to achieve the desired effects. Liber Incantationum had a lot of similar spells and recipes. Many of them on reading seemed nonsensical or hazardous, if not potentially explosive. I knew what many of these compounds were and what would happen if you got things in the wrong proportions or overheated them or contaminated them with...\n\nMy head began to buzz.\n\nOh.\n\nWho but someone who had studied Latin and Chemistry at length would have any chance of understanding these books and using them without killing himself or someone else?\n\nWhat had Grandma Amy said when she handed me her staff? Haven't opened it in twenty years. That was roughly how long it had been since my parents died.\n\nI sat there for a long time feeling the chill in my gut." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Task: Cooperative storytelling\nContext: Match existing character backgrounds if present\nMy role: Provide opening\nYour role: 11 sentences in the Urban Fantasy, Harem Erotica genre." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Eventually I had to get back to my life, so I did.\n\nFriday night a couple of weeks after my grandmother's death, I was grading Chem 240 homework when there was a knock on my door. I found Kelly standing there in his bathing suit with a towel over his shoulders.\n\n\"Hey, man, what's up?\"\n\n\"Just TA work. What about you?\"\n\n\"Me and some guys were going down to the jacuzzi, and I figured you might want to get some air or something. There's some cute girls here, you should come.\"\n\nI thought about it for a moment and nodded. \"Okay, yeah, thanks. I'll meet you down there in a minute.\"\n\n\"Great. See you there.\"\n\nI changed into my suit and grabbed a towel and a beer. The stray cat that hung around our building, this gray tabby with a kink in her tail, was outside my door." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Because I was willing to feed her, she showed up at my apartment four or five times a week." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When I emerged in my bathing suit, she came over and rubbed herself against my legs, purring loudly.\n\nI went back inside to my refrigerator and got her a slice of deli turkey as I usually did. She picked it up in her teeth and trotted off.\n\nBy the time I got down to the pool, Kelly was sitting with eight or ten other kids in and around the spa. I knew a few of them from hanging out with Kelly and Nathan. I settled into the water with my beer.\n\nOne of the girls was staring across the pool. \"Still sucks about Nathan.\"\n\n\"Is that where they found him?\" another girl asked.\n\nKelly pointed to a lounge chair near the gate. \"Right over there.\"\n\n\"It creeps me out,\" the first girl said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Lot of that going on,\" I said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What do you mean?\" the second girl said.\n\n\"His grandma just died,\" Kelly said.\n\n\"Oh, I'm so sorry. Were you close?\" she asked.\n\nShe was maybe twenty, hazel eyes, dark rustred hair, pretty nice body. I was still in a funk, so I decided she might be worth an attempt at a pity fuck.\n\n\"Yeah. She, uh, she raised me after my parents died, when I was four.\"\n\nShe put one hand over her mouth and then another on my shoulder. \"Oh, my God, that's terrible. I'm so sorry.\"\n\nI nodded. \"Thanks.\"\n\nWe got to talking." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her name was Hayley, and she was a sophomore in premed." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Required text (preserve exact wording): \"What are you working on here?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Any idea what you want to do?\" I asked.\n\n\"Not yet. My parents are both doctors, so I know it's a lot of hard work. What about you?\"\n\n\"I can't decide,\" I said. \"I don't know if I want to teach. I like working at Huntington, but part of me wants to do more practical stuff.\"\n\n\"What are you working on here?\"\n\n\"I'm a TA.\"\n\n\"Chemistry?\"\n\n\"Yeah. Chem 240.\"\n\nHayley gasped a little. \"Dr. Vicenza?\"\n\n\"Yeah.\"\n\n\"I thought you looked familiar. I'm in your class.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She wasn't in my lab section, though. I would have remembered her. I tried to place her face, but there were fifty students in the class and we were only six weeks into the semester, so I was far from knowing all of them.\n\nShe laughed nervously. \"It's okay if you don't recognize me,\" she said. \"I know it's a big class, and you sit up front.\"\n\n\"Yeah.\"\n\nThat should have put an end to the pity fuck idea. She was pretty cute and interested in me, but hooking up with one of the undergrads in my class was not a good idea, as I'd told that other girl the night Nathan died. If Hayley came out of it expecting special treatment, that could rapidly turn into a serious problem. I couldn't risk my financial aid by doing it.\n\nExcept, I was lonely and depressed enough to let it continue." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And if Hayley saw any problems with it, she didn't let on." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Either that, or the prospect of hooking up hadn't yet entered her mind." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She was from San Sebastian, a wealthy little enclave about two hours up the coast. I guess that fit with having two doctors for parents. Like most exclusive little private schools, Huntington was really expensive, so you either needed rich parents or a lot of financial aid to be here. I fell into the latter category; she apparently fell into the other one.\n\n\"What do you think happened to Nathan?\" she asked.\n\n\"No idea. He wasn't a binge drinker or into hard drugs. But stuff like that has been happening around here the last couple of years. I don't know why.\"\n\n\"You mean people dying?\"\n\n\"Yeah. Pretty much like Nathan.\"\n\n\"I hadn't heard about that. You'd think the school would say something.\"\n\n\"Maybe because it's just been this building, not the dorms.\"\n\nHayley's red eyebrows went up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Wait. You mean you've had people die here before?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Three or four, maybe.\"\n\n\"Wow.\"\n\n\"Before it seemed like it was drinking or drugs,\" I said, \"but it wasn't anyone I knew. Nathan wasn't like that. So who knows?\"\n\n\"That's kind of creepy.\"\n\nI was afraid that conversation might put a damper on any chances with her, but it didn't seem to. After we'd been sitting out there for an hour or so drinking and talking, the spa started to get crowded. After a few other kids squeezed in, Hayley relocated herself onto my lap and put her arm around my shoulder. That put her firm breasts, covered by only a slim yellow string bikini, right below my face. Before long, the feel of her tight little butt against my crotch began to weaken my resolve about hooking up with someone in my class.\n\nThat was when I saw Sabrina, the blonde girl who had left with Nathan, coming into the pool area. She had on a white bikini with thong bottoms, and almost every eye in the area went to her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I tried not to stare because of Hayley on my lap, but it was hard." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I can't believe she's here,\" one of the other girls whispered.\n\n\"Why?\" Hayley asked.\n\n\"She was the last one with Nathan before he died.\"\n\nIf she heard that exchange, Sabrina gave no sign of it. She walked slowly over to the spa and looked down at us. Some of the others greeted her, but I tried to ignore her. There was just enough room for her to fit in with the rest of us, and somehow she wound up right next to me.\n\nI noticed Hayley giving her a subtle glare. Sabrina looked over at me.\n\n\"Hi.\"\n\n\"Hi,\" I replied." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Aren't you Nathan's neighbor?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yeah.\"\n\n\"Sucks what happened.\" Then she turned away to talk to someone else.\n\nI was beginning to get hot and waterlogged from being in here for so long, and it was starting to smell like someone had farted, or worse, in the spa water — something I'd experienced before when the spa was this full of people drinking. I wanted to go upstairs, with or without Hayley, but she was now in the middle of talking to one of her friends on the other side.\n\nI looked back at Sabrina. She was turned away from me, and I noticed a tattoo of some kind on her neck. She had her hair up in a loose bun to keep it out of the water, and the tattoo was right at the base of her scalp. A circle with an inverted triangle inside it.\n\nA few weeks ago, I'd have thought nothing of it. But now I immediately recognized it as a symbol of power from one of Grandma Amy's books. That didn't mean anything necessarily, but there it was." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As I stared at it, something didn't seem right." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Incorporate this exact phrase, preserving the quotation marks: \"I'm getting hot. Do you want to go upstairs?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It didn't look quite like a tattoo. It looked more like something on the surface of her skin, instead of ink inside it. A birthmark, almost.\n\nWhether she noticed me looking or not, Sabrina turned back toward me. She reached up to her bun and loosened it, laying her hair back over the side of the spa.\n\n\"Interesting tattoo,\" I said.\n\n\"Thanks. I like to keep it hidden most of the time.\"\n\n\"What's it mean?\"\n\n\"I don't know, I just liked the design.\"\n\nHer eyes were deep blue, but there was a little spot of green in the left one.\n\nHayley squirmed in my lap, leaning down toward my head.\n\n\"I'm getting hot. Do you want to go upstairs?\" she whispered." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I turned away from Sabrina. I knew I was wasting my time talking to her. I already had a cute girl in my lap who had her motor running and was apparently unconcerned with my status as her TA.\n\n\"Yeah. Let's go.\"\n\nWe climbed out. Hayley wrapped her towel around herself. I spared a quick glance at Sabrina, but she was already focused on someone else. Hayley followed me up to my apartment.\n\n\"It's just you?\" she asked when we were inside.\n\n\"Grad school and all. Yeah. I'm either studying or grading stuff. Want another beer?\"\n\n\"Sure.\"\n\nI had one left and opened it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's your last one?\" she asked." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Include this dialogue snippet naturally: \"I got a full ride, and my grandmother was living near here. So it made sense.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yeah.\"\n\nShe took a quick swig and handed it back to me. I found two plastic cups and split it.\n\n\"Thanks. So how'd you end up at Huntington?\" Hayley asked.\n\n\"I got a full ride, and my grandmother was living near here. So it made sense.\"\n\nHayley was the first girl I'd gotten alone in my apartment in months. I did my best not to act like it, and not just because she was cute and I'd never been with a redhead before. I had always been attracted to smart girls, but sometimes it felt like a toss-up between brains and looks. Hayley hit the sweet spot of both. Maybe this might go somewhere beyond whatever was happening right now.\n\n\"I guess you guys must have been close,\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I could see the nervousness in her eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But she seemed like she wanted to be here.\n\n\"Yeah, pretty much.\"\n\n\"How old was she?\"\n\n\"Eighty-something, I think. She never liked talking about her age.\"\n\nI sat on the couch across from my TV. Hayley dropped her towel and came over and sat in my lap, straddling me.\n\n\"We probably shouldn't do too much,\" she said, \"since I'm in your class, and all.\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" I said.\n\nBut I still pulled her down and kissed her. She slipped her arms around my neck and kissed me back. I untied her bikini top about a minute later, and she didn't stop me." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your task: Include 'little' 2 time(s) in your response" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her tits weren't big, but they were very firm and springy, topped with fat little nipples. I played with them gently until she was moaning and squirming in my lap.\n\nHer bottoms were tied on the sides, and I slowly untied those as well, waiting to see what she would do. I could feel her tensing up, but she still didn't stop me. Her pussy was smoothly waxed except for a little triangular patch of orange-red hair above her clit. I reversed my hand and felt between her thighs, finding her very wet. She moaned into my mouth as I gently slipped a finger into her.\n\nI explored her slick, silky folds for a while, lightly running my fingers back and forth over her. Her inner lips were small and slim, and her clit poked out from between them. I tweaked it gently a few times. She just sat there in my lap and let me play with her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "After I'd been fingering her for a few minutes, she stopped kissing me and laid her head on my shoulder." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I began rubbing her more rapidly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I felt her hot breath against my neck, and her arms were tight around my shoulders. Soon I felt little tremors shooting through her body, but I didn't rush it. I just kept up the same friction over her.\n\nMaybe a minute later, she finally tensed up, squeezing me tightly as her thighs shook against my waist. I slowed down, letting her catch her breath. But she didn't stop me. So I kept playing with her like that for another ten minutes.\n\nAfter her fourth orgasm, Hayley finally pulled my hand from between her legs and just melted against my chest. I held her for a minute or two.\n\n\"That felt really nice,\" she said softly.\n\n\"Good.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She leaned back and kissed me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then she pressed her forehead against mine. \"Is it okay if I just give you a BJ?\"\n\n\"Yeah.\"\n\n\"Like I said, I don't think we should go too far.\"\n\n\"It's okay.\"\n\nHayley slid to the floor and pulled down my swim trunks. I leaned back against the couch as her lips closed around me. She wasn't great, but after four months with no sex, she was good enough. I lay back and just focused on the feel of her hot little mouth going up and down over me. It didn't take me long. I warned her what was coming, but she didn't stop and let me come in her mouth." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When I was done, she pulled back and swallowed with a little shiver." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Was that okay?\"\n\nI let out a long sigh. There were no bad blow jobs, at least none I'd ever had. \"Yeah. Thanks.\"\n\nWe got dressed and went to find the others. Most of them had left, but a few were in Kelly's apartment. I didn't see Sabrina. Hayley and I tried to act like we'd just wandered off to talk, but I didn't really care if any of them believed us. I finally walked her back around two.\n\nWhen we were back on campus and got close to her dorm, she slowed down and squirmed a bit.\n\n\"So we're clear and all, I just want you to know I'm bi, in case anyone says anything to you about us tonight. They might, because I've pretty much only been dating girls here. But I had a good time.\"\n\n\"Okay. That's cool, really. I did too.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'd like to see you again, but I don't know how that would work with class.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 6 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Dating might be out,\" I agreed. \"But if you want to get together again some time and hang out, that would probably work.\"\n\n\"Yeah, for sure. That would be fun.\"\n\nWe exchanged numbers and hugged. She went inside. I walked back to my apartment feeling like things might be looking up. I wasn't quite sure how I felt about Hayley, but I would take decent blowjobs over no blowjobs." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Writer's block help needed. This is from a bigger story - gonna send you something then keep it going one sentence at a time. Going for Michael Dalton vibes in the Urban Fantasy, Harem Erotica genre." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I had walked home thinking about Hayley, but now I lay awake wondering what the hell was up with Sabrina." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I was under no illusions about where I stood when it came to girls." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The reasonably cute, reasonably sexy, reasonably interesting ones like Hayley were who I usually ended up with." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I had never come close to hooking up with a girl as hot as Sabrina." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Most of the time, girls like her didn't even acknowledge my existence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I looked across the room, and my eyes fell on the stack of Grandma Amy's books." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I got up and opened the Liber Officiorum Spirituum to the section on succubi." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Slightly curved fingernails, almost resembling claws." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A small spot of inhomogeneous color in her eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A hidden birthmark somewhere on her body in the shape of a pentagram or other symbol of magic." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A slight odor of sulfur, especially when in contact with water." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I thought about Nathan." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A succubus who seduced a human man could steal his soul at the moment of orgasm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That had been an incipient hookup I'd seen that night." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nathan hadn't been the first death." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I didn't know how long I'd been seeing Sabrina around the building, but it had been a while — at least a year." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was about her that bothered me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was just a weird intuition I had above and beyond the possibly meaningless clues." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was a time I'd have laughed all this off as nonsense and thought nothing of it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Demons, succubi, and magic did not exist." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I lived in the world of science and liked it there." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But that was before Grandma Amy died." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Before these little things in my life had started going off in disturbing directions." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Before I read Grandma Amy's final letter to me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Believe." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Believing things without evidence just ran too counter to how I'd lived my life up to now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "One did not have faith in chemical processes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They either worked or they didn't, and if they didn't, there were reasons." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I didn't know what was going on here, but it was way too late now and I was too tired to bother with any more of it. I undressed and went to sleep." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Task: Cooperative storytelling\nContext: Match existing character backgrounds if present\nMy role: Provide opening\nYour role: 11 sentences in the Urban Fantasy, Harem Erotica genre." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Precise word count needed: 'would' × 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When I woke up, my reticence about Sabrina from the previous night had faded. Something strange was going on here, and I intended to figure out what.\n\nWhatever it was, there would be evidence of it somehow. And maybe there was a way to collect it in a way I could analyze. If Sabrina really was a succubus, there would be physical signs of it I could test.\n\nThere was nothing else in Liber Officiorum Spirituum about identifying a succubus. Sabrina fit the description, but I wasn't prepared to take that alone. It didn't prove anything — none of these supposed signs were really anything that out of the ordinary. Plenty of girls had quirky tattoos and funky nails. Same thing with the spot in her eye. And what I'd smelled could easily have been someone's fart — maybe even hers." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I was old enough to know that girls farted just as often as guys did.\n\nThe section on succubi in Liber Incantationum had a fair number of rituals for summoning, controlling, and binding them. I didn't exactly want to bind Sabrina, but if I actually did identify her as a succubus (old Jimmy was rolling his eyes intensely here), I needed some way of at least protecting myself.\n\nThat took me back to Liber Officiorum Spirituum. If I created a magic circle, and somehow got her to step inside, she would be trapped there. The problem was getting her into it.\n\nThis was more complicated than I'd first assumed.\n\nAfter reading back and forth between the two Liber volumes, it appeared the key was finding Sabrina's \"true\" name. Liber Officiorum Spirituum asserted that all demons had a name they used with the world, and another, hidden name that they concealed at all costs. If you knew a demon's true name, you could briefly control it, though doing so with the true name alone was very risky. To do anything complicated or permanent, you needed to incorporate the true name into a ritual." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Assuming I found Sabrina's true name, there was a ritual specific to succubi that I could use to bind her to my service." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But I needed her true name first, and nothing I could find anywhere in either book explained how to determine what it was.\n\nSo I went into the other books. Around dawn, I found it in Picatrix. There was a recipe for something called \"essence of demonic truth.\" If brewed properly, it produced a sort of potion that compelled a demon to answer a single question truthfully, even to the point of surrendering its true name.\n\nThat laid out what seemed like a plan. Somehow get Sabrina to drink this essence of truth, and ask for her true name. If she reacted like I was crazy, that meant this was nothing. But if it worked, I would have to immediately order her into the magic circle to confine her. Then I could conduct the ritual. Assuming all that worked, well, I had my proof." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I translated the instructions for all three elements — the essence of truth, the magic circle, and the final ritual — from Latin to English into a document on my laptop." }, { "from": "human", "value": "This gave me a pretty long list of things I needed to collect." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "So I pulled out a sheet of note paper and made a shopping list. First thing was the magic circle. There were apparently several kinds, and a circle that was intended to confine a demon was very different from one designed to aid spellcasting.\n\nI needed to carefully create a pentagram on the floor, and the ingredients were very important, though more than one thing would work. I wasn't going to be able to get a hold of a pound of gold dust or powdered ruby. Another option was the \"ashes of a powerful sorcerer.\" That was out too. I didn't know any sorcerers, powerful or otherwise, and I doubted if any I did know would let me cremate them.\n\nHuh.\n\nI looked across the room at Grandma Amy's ashes.\n\nI have passed on everything you will need to move forward." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She had been awfully insistent on being cremated." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I took a deep breath. No one else was going to know about this. And I didn't really need that much of her to do it.\n\nThe ashes needed to be mixed with lard and carefully formed into the pentagram. Then five candles made from the \"purest oils\" were set at the corners of the star. Once lit, the circle was activated.\n\nI sat there thinking about this. Why did the candles need to be so pure?\n\nElsewhere in the spell description, it talked about the dire importance of not \"breaking the circle\" once it was activated — not crossing it or allowing anything else to cross it. Doing so could free the demon from confinement.\n\nImpure candles produced smoke — particulate exhaust that was basically a lot of very small pieces of carbon and uncombusted hydrocarbons floating through the air." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your task: Include 'would' 2 time(s) in your response" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Those particles, small as they were, were crossing the circle.\n\nThe purer the fuel, the fewer the particles that would break the circle. So if I needed flames, maybe I didn't actually need candles. What was the purest fuel I could use to produce a flame? That would be hydrogen, but I didn't see an easy — or affordable — means of setting up a ring of hydrogen flames.\n\nHowever. The next purest option, far purer than any candle, was methane — natural gas. A natural gas flame gave off nothing but carbon dioxide and water vapor. No particulates. If I hooked up a gas hose to my stove, I could easily set up a ring of burners around the pentagram. Gas from the stove contained a small amount of mercaptan (the source of the \"gas smell\"), but the only extra product from its combustion was sulfur dioxide — also a gas.\n\nPart of me recoiled at the idea of deviating from the instructions in the grimoires. But I also remembered something Dr. Vicenza told us during one of my upper-division chemistry classes, back when I was an undergraduate." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He went on for ten minutes about it, but his basic point was that we, as students, knew nothing beyond what the scientists before us had figured out, and for that reason, he warned us against feeling the least bit smarter or more reasonable than the medieval alchemists centuries ago who had blundered around with what seemed like nonsense to us now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"They got almost everything wrong,\" he said, \"but they got a few things right, and those few things provided the foundation for the scientists who came after them. The work they did, as silly as it may seem today, is the reason all of you are sitting here.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I didn't need to duplicate what the authors of these books had done. I just needed to understand it, and improve it if I could.\n\nSo if I didn't actually need candles for the circle, maybe I didn't need lard either. The more I thought about it, the more the lard seemed like simply a vehicle for the powder, whether it was ashes or gold. The problem with lard, though, was that it was impermanent. It could get smeared or wiped off. I didn't like that idea, because it meant using more of my grandmother's ashes to fix it.\n\nWhat was the alternative? I thought briefly about mixing the ashes with some kind of varnish, but I was concerned that the solvents in it might affect the calcium phosphate in Grandma Amy's ashes. Then I had an idea — simple white glue would fix the ashes in place easily, since it was just water and polyvinyl acetate, which wouldn't react with them.\n\nSo that was the circle." }, { "from": "human", "value": "About twenty-five bucks at the hardware store would do it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "For the ritual, I needed a brass urn in which I would have to burn a parchment with Sabrina's true name written on it, along with sulfur and a bunch of dried herbs, some of which I had never heard of. There was surely something important in the mixture of herbs, but it was too much to sort out right now, especially once I went online and realized all of them were easily available at the grocery store. It didn't seem like this part needed improvement.\n\nThe last elements were the end of the ritual, and the essence of truth.\n\nTo seal the binding, I had to brew up a rather disgusting concoction from several things, including my own blood, and compel Sabrina to drink it. The instructions went on at length about various approaches for stirring and heating, but I saw immediately what the real issue was: Overheating it would break down the blood cells. I had majored in inorganic chemistry, not biochemistry, but I knew that blood cells broke down rapidly even at room temperature. There was no real way to cook anything with blood that wouldn't destroy the cells.\n\nReading the instructions, it was clear that the intent was create some kind of solution that included the caster's blood. It was not at all clear that the blood needed to be part of it until the very end. Assuming I mixed the various herbs and minerals together and dissolved all of it effectively, I could then chill it and add the blood right before I needed it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "So the blood would dissolve without breaking down right away." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The recipe started with vinegar, but I knew that was among the weakest of acids. If I started with a stronger acid, like nitric, I could produce the solution a lot more easily and efficiently without needing to cook anything. Provided I got the proportions right, I could do it in a way that would end with a pH-neutral solution that wouldn't damage the blood cells.\n\nThat left the essence of truth.\n\nLike the ritual, I was supposed to carefully distill the essences from several things. One of them, not clearly defined, was \"that thing which the demon desires above all.\"\n\nWhat did succubi desire above all? The answer came to me a moment later.\n\nSemen.\n\nSuccubi existed to collect it. I would need to use my own semen for this." }, { "from": "human", "value": "And that meant I had to be very careful." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 9 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sperm cells were even more fragile than blood cells. The whole reason for testicles was because body heat was enough to kill them. I could see no way to produce a distillate of semen that wouldn't destroy the sperm.\n\nThe rest of it was a mixture of herbs and minerals. As far as I could tell, it seemed as if I could add the semen to it once the rest of it was done. But I also knew that sperm needed a specific, slightly alkaline, pH to survive for any length of time, and the ingredients on the list were likely going to produce a somewhat acidic solution. So I would need to test and adjust the pH to get there. That would make sure the key ingredient was as strong as possible when I used it. I would need to chill it like the ritual solution, but once I did, it would probably last for a few days." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Keep going w/ two sentences more. Note: Might reference existing chars" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "One of the benefits of being a TA in a lab-intensive field is that you have keys to a whole lot of secure storerooms. So the first thing I did was head over to the Chemistry building and collect the reagents and compounds I couldn't easily get elsewhere." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After that, I went shopping at the hardware and grocery stores, trying not to think too hard about the money I was spending on something that might be a complete fool's errand.\n\nThe hardest part proved to be setting up the ring of gas flames that I would place around the circle." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I wasn't the handiest person in the world, and I didn't have much experience with gas supply lines." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It took several hours of trial and error, along with some research online, before I got everything working without flooding my apartment with the smell of gas." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Compared to that, brewing up the two solutions was pretty simple. I had everything I needed, and I followed the instructions carefully, then implemented the adjustments I'd come up with to make sure I didn't kill the sperm or blood cells." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The ritual solution produced a dark, bitter-smelling liquid that reminded me of licorice; the truth essence was largely clear and smelled faintly of mint and basil." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I put both of them in my refrigerator.\n\nAll that remained was producing the requisite bodily fluids." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The semen took a few minutes at my laptop." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The blood took a little extra effort, but I eventually managed to squeeze out enough to fill a test tube. Those went in fridge as well." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The last element was the magic circle." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I had the white glue, but I wasn't sure just how much of the ashes I needed. I settled on proportions that gave me enough fluidity to work with, without being too thin." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I used a tape measure and a length of string to trace out as perfect a pentagram as I could manage, then I meticulously painted the glue-and-ashes mixture over it.\n\nWhen it was done and dry, I set up the flame ring around it." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Task: Cooperative storytelling\nContext: Match existing character backgrounds if present\nMy role: Provide opening\nYour role: 11 sentences in the Urban Fantasy, Harem Erotica genre." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I finally got done with all my homework, reading, and grading around five. Katarina had been lying on the couch playing with her hair, but when I got up, she looked over.\n\n\"Did you wish to fuck again? Swedish sex demon getting very bored over here.\"\n\n\"Uh, sure, but later.\"\n\nShe laughed. \"Jimmy, I am twelve hundred years old. Do you really think I have not learned how to deal with a few hours with nothing to do? I spent most of the sixteenth century in Germany, and if you think that was an easy place for a succubus, trust me, it was not. Between Martin Luther telling all the priests and monks to get married, and the Inquisition wanting to burn everyone at the stake for witchcraft, I was lucky to avoid getting demoted to the Wood of the Suicides.\"\n\n\"Wait, that's a real place?\"\n\n\"Yes, it is. Much fun. You get turned into a tree, and the harpies spend all day breaking branches off of you.\"\n\n\"Do failed succubi really get sent there?\"\n\n\"Sometimes. If you really piss Lilith off.\"\n\nI thought about that for a moment. \"Would getting bound to a mortal do it?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She gave me a thin smile." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That bit of me that hates you? That is what she is concerned about. The rest of Katarina is trying not to think about it.\"\n\n\"Uh, shit. I didn't realize that. But nothing would happen until I die?\"\n\n\"You are not immortal.\"\n\n\"But if I'm going to live a lot longer because of you, there must be other ways to do it.\"\n\nShe sat up. \"Well, yes. If you bound another demon, a more powerful one. Succubi are low on the hierarchy. Binding a marquis or a duke would be a different story. But that is not exactly easy.\"\n\n\"Okay, well that's related to something else I want to do here. And I could use your help.\"\n\nKatarina hopped up from the couch and came over. She was still wearing that thin tank top, and I was momentarily distracted by her perfect boobs bouncing around as she sat down.\n\n\"Will my breasts help with this?\" she asked.\n\n\"Maybe. Hold on.\"\n\nI collected Grandma Amy's books and set them on the table." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then I went to the closet and lifted out the box of her old crap and carried it to the kitchen." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "On the way, I grabbed her walking staff from the corner of my bedroom. I set all of it on the table next to the books.\n\nKatarina's eyes immediately went to the walking stick. She reared back a little, sucking in her breath and pulling her hands back from the table.\n\n\"Jimmy...\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"This was your grandmother's?\"\n\n\"Yeah. It was her walking stick.\"\n\n\"It is more than a walking stick. A lot more.\"\n\n\"What is it?\"\n\n\"This is made from bog oak. That is why it is so dark. This wood has to be thousands of years old. The power it absorbs over that time is enormous. Jimmy, I do not know how to tell you this, but if this staff was hers, she was a very powerful sorceress. A very powerful one. Only one of supreme skill could create and command this.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I stared down at the stick." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was so familiar to me that I had more or less stopped really seeing it for what it was. There were symbols carved all up and down the length of it, symbols that I now recognized from the books.\n\nI didn't know what all of them meant or what they might have been intended to do, but the ones I did remember reading about were enchantments for binding and controlling demons. As I looked closer, I saw dull stains, scorch marks, little pieces of metal and stone that had been hammered into it. I'd seen it all before, but suddenly it was evidence of a lot more than my grandmother's eccentricities.\n\nI reached for it, but the moment I did, Katarina lurched up from the table fast enough to knock her chair over. She backed away from me across the room.\n\n\"What's wrong?\"\n\n\"Please don't do anything with that until you understand what it is. It is... dangerous to my kind.\"\n\n\"Demons?\"\n\n\"Do you want to bind a Marquis or Duke of Hell? You will need something like that. But if you don't know what you're doing, there is no telling what could happen.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I picked it up and turned it over in my hands." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I'd always felt an affinity with it. As a kid, I loved just holding it and examining all the intricate details. Grandma Amy had encouraged me to do it, in fact.\n\nAnd holding it now, knowing that all this was real, that I had the talent and ability to do these things, I began to sense the power in it. The bond I had with Katarina seemed to start flowing through the staff.\n\nShe gasped, going rigid. \"Please...\"\n\n\"I'm not going to hurt you.\"\n\n\"Jimmy, I like you. You own me already. I will do what you want, whatever it is. You don't need to do this.\"\n\n\"I'm just feeling it out. Don't worry.\"\n\nThe staff was amplifying everything a hundred-fold. Instead of simply feeling her, I could see and sense every molecule of her being, exactly how she did what she did." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I could control it if I wanted to.\n\nVery gently, I took control of her appearance, the clothes she was wearing. I turned the cut-off shorts and tank top into a sheer black babydoll nightgown.\n\nKatarina gasped, looking down at herself. \"You could have just asked.\"\n\n\"I needed to see.\" I let go of her, releasing the bond.\n\nHoly shit. Grandma Amy really was a fucking sorceress.\n\nKatarina bent forward onto her knees.\n\n\"I'm sorry,\" I said. \"I couldn't help it. I've held this thing a thousand times, but this is the first time I really understood what it is." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It is okay. It did not hurt. But I could feel you inside me. I was completely helpless. I've never felt that kind of power from a mortal.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Add this exact quote somewhere appropriate: \"I shall try to remember that.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Seriously?\"\n\n\"Yes. Jimmy, you have a talent I do not think you begin to appreciate.\"\n\nI set the staff down. \"You can come back. I'm done with that for now.\"\n\nShe let out a long breath and walked back over, picking up her chair. But she stopped and looked down at herself again.\n\n\"Is this what you like?\"\n\n\"Yeah.\"\n\nShe smiled. \"I shall try to remember that.\"\n\n\"You can change it back if you want now.\"\n\n\"No. This works. I love it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She sat down. I opened up the box of Grandma Amy's junk and pulled out all the little boxes of stuff inside." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Katarina's eyes widened as I set them out on the table." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She gingerly looked through the crystals, stones, and other things.\n\n\"All of this is used in spellcasting, if you have not guessed by now.\"\n\n\"Used how?\" I asked.\n\n\"I am a succubus, Jimmy, not a sorceress. I only know what I have seen and heard. But crystals are used for focusing magical energy. The skulls call on animal spirits. The stones, it depends on the spell. Some spells need stones from certain places of power. Same thing with all these sticks. She must have collected them from all over the place.\"\n\n\"It's a lot.\"\n\n\"It is.\"\n\n\"She made me swear not to throw any of it out.\"\n\n\"The way she has them all organized makes it very obvious. And based on that staff, I will guess that every one of these things is important and powerful.\"\n\n\"How do I find out what they are?\"\n\n\"I do not know. That is on you. You are the sorcerer, not me.\"\n\n\"I—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "But I stopped." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I'd bound a succubus. I could use Grandma Amy's demon staff. What else was I now, if not a sorcerer?\n\nI looked back over the sticks and stones and other stuff. If I cleared my mind and focused on them, I realized I could sense the power in them. I didn't quite know what they all were, but I felt like the answers might come to me, assuming I knew what questions to ask.\n\nThen I saw something I hadn't noticed. Shoved into the lid of one of the little boxes was an old envelope. As I pulled it out, I realized there was quite a bit inside — stiff things that felt like photos.\n\nThat was indeed what they were: a stack of faded photos, and based on the dates in the corner, they'd been taken in the late 1990s.\n\nThere were six of them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I recognized a younger Grandma Amy standing with my parents." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She held a baby in her arms. I'd never seen these photos before, but I was pretty sure the baby was me. The dates matched up — they'd been taken about a month after I was born.\n\nKatarina leaned in. \"Is that your grandmother?\"\n\n\"Yes. Not sure what these photos are.\"\n\nKatarina's face took on a strange cast.\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"May I look at these?\"\n\n\"Sure.\"\n\nShe spread them out and looked through all six, staring closely at them. One of them was a close-up of Grandma Amy holding me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She picked it up and stared at it." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Use the word 'familiar' 2 time(s) - this is a strict requirement" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What is it?\"\n\n\"I may be wrong. But your grandmother looks very familiar to me.\"\n\n\"Familiar how?\"\n\n\"It is an old memory. How old was your grandmother when she died?\"\n\n\"Eighty-three, I think.\"\n\n\"So she should have been about sixty when this was taken?\"\n\n\"Right.\"\n\n\"Jimmy, doesn't she look much younger than that in this picture?\"\n\nI examined it. I saw what she meant, but Grandma Amy had aged pretty well, until the last few years. When I was growing up, people often thought she was my mother. If you didn't know her, you might have thought she was in her forties in this shot." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yeah, but so what?\" I asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"She looks very much like a sorceress I encountered once.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"When?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"A long time ago.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Mandatory inclusion (with quotes): It would have been the early 1800s. In Hungary." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How long?\"\n\nKatarina looked over at me. \"It would have been the early 1800s. In Hungary.\"\n\nA chill went down my spine. Grandma Amy's family was Hungarian, though I knew little about our roots beyond that.\n\n\"It could have been an ancestor of hers,\" I said. \"That's where we're from.\"\n\n\"An ancestor who could have been her sister. That is how strongly she resembles this sorceress.\"\n\n\"But that was so long ago. Are you sure you're remembering right?\"\n\n\"Jimmy, I am a demon. My memory does not work like yours. I remember this as if it was yesterday. If your grandmother was not this sorceress, she was her identical twin.\"\n\nI stared at the photo." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But does that mean anything? I mean, that could happen. Looking alike.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 4 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You have no other family?\"\n\n\"No.\"\n\nKatarina looked at me, then back down at the photos. \"I do not know what it means, other than I am sure there is more here than you realize. And you need to find out.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "I'll be your writing partner for this section. I'll provide a segment, and you continue with 12 sentences, channeling Michael Dalton in the Urban Fantasy, Harem Erotica genre. Characters may have backstories from previous chapters." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After a while longer, I started putting the stuff away.\n\n\"Jimmy, may I make one suggestion?\" Katarina asked. \"A request, really. If you managed the spell that bound me, this should be simple, especially now that you have your grandmother's staff.\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"You should put a ward on your apartment. What you are doing, with me and the rest of it, it will attract attention. I think there must be a ward on you, personally, that your grandmother cast long ago. It's why I did not recognize you for what you are.\"\n\n\"How do I do it?\"\n\n\"The spell must be in one of those books.\"\n\nWe found it in Liber Incantationum. There was a spell to ward an area against all spirits and demons. Once in place, they would be unable to enter or even see anything within it.\n\nAnd wouldn't you know it, everything I needed to cast the spell was in Grandma Amy's box of crap. Three stones of power to call on the forces of the Earth, and three sticks to call on the forces of nature: a length of alder wood, a length of holly, and a length of rowan." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Do you think this is going to affect you?\" I asked Katarina." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It said the owner can allow things in, yes? I think because of our bond, I should be safe.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The spell called for me to arrange the sticks and stone at the points of a six-pointed star drawn on the floor in the blood of the owner of the place. Then I carried the staff around, reciting the incantation four times in each of the four corners of the apartment.\n\nThe ritual I'd used to bind Katarina had gone too quickly, and I'd been too focused on getting it done to really pay attention to what was happening. I didn't know what I was doing. This time I did.\n\nHolding the staff, I could feel the magical energies I was commanding. I could feel them flowing into the structure of the apartment and forming the ward. When I was done, there was no question in my mind that it had worked.\n\n\"Do you feel it?\"\n\n\"Yes. You are... very strong, Jimmy. I think this should hold up against almost anything.\"\n\nShe walked up and leaned her head against my shoulder. I felt her breast against my arm under the silk of her nightgown, the nipple stiff against my skin as she gently brushed it against me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Just so you know, great power is a turn-on for succubi. We are made that way, for the major demons. So this is arousing me very much.\"\n\nI laughed and picked her up, intending to carry her to bed.\n\n\"Will you bring the staff?\"\n\n\"You want me to use it?\"\n\nShe pressed her face against my neck. \"You took me by surprise before. I was not expecting it. But now I want it. I want you to control me.\"\n\nI grabbed it from the table and carried her to the bedroom. I tossed her down, and she laughed, scooting backward. I undressed quickly, then picked up the staff.\n\nShe moaned as I took control of her body. I left her control of her voice, but nothing else. It was a weird feeling, almost like having a second body of my own." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Make sure to use 'little' 2 time(s) throughout your message" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I could move her as easily as myself.\n\nI moved her hand down and had her start rubbing her pussy. She moaned again.\n\n\"Oh, Master, I have never...\"\n\n\"You've never done that?\"\n\n\"No. Why would I?\"\n\nShe had a point. But I kept doing it. She lay there in that little black nightgown, legs spread, fingers rapidly stroking and finger-fucking herself. I could feel what it was doing to her, feel the arousal inside her. She was already just as turned on as she'd told me, and it took little time to get her to the edge.\n\nBut I stopped her there, and she moaned in frustration.\n\n\"Oh...\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I was hard from watching her, and I made her slide down on the floor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I kept one of her hands between her legs, stroking furiously." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The other I wrapped around the base of my cock. I gave her back control of her mouth and thrust in up to the root. I fucked her throat steadily, all the way in, all the way out, as she sucked eagerly at me. The noise of her fingers in her pussy echoed through the room.\n\nKatarina moaned through her nose, looking up at me in complete submission to my will. I could feel the frustration and ache inside her, held right on the edge of orgasm for several minutes now. I was getting close myself, and knowing I could last as long as I needed to, I decided not to stop. With a grunt, I buried myself in her face and blasted thick shots of sperm down her throat.\n\nBut I stopped the orgasm from flowing into her like it had last night. I wasn't ready to let her come. She moaned again as she realized what I'd done, even as she hungrily swallowed my seed.\n\nI withdrew, still hard, and lay down the bed." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Required word frequency: 'control' (2x)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I made Katarina squat over me, still having her rub herself. She was so wet she was literally dripping onto me. I held my cock up and hovered her directly over the head. Then I stopped.\n\nShe whimpered.\n\n\"Master, please, I need it. It hurts.\"\n\nI lowered her just a bit, letting the head just touch her open folds. I could feel the incredible heat and wetness of her.\n\nI gave her back control of her pussy, not to come, just to use it on me. I immediately felt her sucking and squeezing at me, trying to pull me inside.\n\nI lowered her down very slowly as she continued to stroke her clit. The tension inside her was incredible now, the arousal hammering futilely against the wall of my iron control over her. But I just lay there, holding the staff, making her slide herself down over me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She milked and sucked at my cock, trying to convince me to let her come." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But still I didn't." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I just had her move up and down, enjoying what she was doing to me.\n\n\"Master...\" she whimpered.\n\n\"Soon. Just keep doing that.\"\n\nI moved her faster now, starting to bounce over me. I watched her pussy repeatedly swallowing my cock as her fingers went back and forth over her clit.\n\nThe finger-fucking seemed to have reached its limit in terms of stimulating her. So I made her reach up and start pinching and pulling her on her nipples. She gasped, and her pussy convulsed around me.\n\nI was rough with her, making her pinch herself hard enough to hurt. But she was a succubus, and it just turned her on even more.\n\nI was ready to come again. I had her speed up, firm butt slapping against my groin as she continued abusing her nipples." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Just as I went over the edge, I let go of everything in Katarina except her orgasm, which I shoved forward as hard as I could." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Katarina screamed in release, her entire body shaking uncontrollably as I spurted up into her, my orgasm and hers roaring through her. Her pussy clamped down on me almost painfully, milking out every drop. It went on for ten or twenty seconds before she let out a gasp and fell forward onto my chest.\n\nI took control of her again, moving her down to suck out the last of my orgasm. I let myself go soft in her mouth before letting go of her. Then she crawled up to lie beside me.\n\n\"The major demons are like that... when they use us,\" she said softly.\n\n\"Really?\"\n\n\"Just... without the pleasure.\"\n\nWe lay together facing each other. She had her head against my chest.\n\n\"You know, it is very strange not having a dead body to deal with afterward,\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I laughed. \"You mean not having the guy die mid-ejaculation?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 9 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Not in the middle. As soon as it was over, I pulled out their souls. Most of them were so drained they did not even notice.\"\n\n\"What did that feel like?\"\n\n\"Nothing. Not like it is with you, with the bond. Climaxing so hard together like we do.\"\n\n\"You don't have to answer this, but what happens with the demons?\"\n\nShe didn't say anything.\n\nAfter a few moments, I said, \"I'll take that as 'I don't want to answer.'\"\n\n\"It is different. That is all I wish to say. Master, please do not make me talk about it.\"\n\n\"Okay. I won't.\"\n\n\"Thank you, Master.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Task: This is part of a larger narrative. The user will write a segment, then you need to write around eight sentences continuing directly from it. Characters and events may be pre-established from earlier chapters.\n\nAuthor style: Michael Dalton\nGenre: Urban Fantasy, Harem Erotica" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was still fairly early, and I was hungry, so I got up to make something for dinner. I had Katarina put on a little cami top and cheeky panties, what seemed like an appropriate \"girlfriend who just got out of bed\" outfit.\n\n\"You do not have much money, Jimmy?\" she asked.\n\n\"Is it that obvious? Yeah, I'm a struggling grad student, and my grandma didn't have much money. All she left me is what you see there, which I guess is a lot now that I think of it, but no, I don't have much in the way of cash.\"\n\n\"There are spells that can bring riches.\"\n\n\"Yeah, I saw. They look kind of tricky. Not sure I'm ready to try that yet.\"\n\n\"You are right to be cautious. When I was a young succubus, I tempted many spellcasters with promises of gold and jewels. Trading your soul for money seems like a poor exchange to me.\"\n\n\"Yeah, I—\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "There was a knock on the door." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Should I get it?\" she asked.\n\n\"Ah... okay.\"\n\nShe wasn't exactly dressed for it, but I suddenly didn't care. Katarina got up and opened the door. It was Kelly.\n\n\"Hello,\" she said.\n\nI watched Kelly's eyes bugging out a bit in surprise.\n\n\"Hey,\" I said.\n\n\"Uh, hey dude.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"This is Katarina,\" I said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She's a friend of mine from Sweden.\"\n\n\"I am staying with Jimmy while I study Biology here.\"\n\n\"Her program started late,\" I said.\n\nKelly nodded, though I saw him looking her up and down. \"Uh, that's great. Nice to meet you. We're just over here hanging out with some people. Thought you might want to come over. I tried earlier, but you didn't answer.\"\n\n\"We were making love,\" Katarina said. \"Did you hear us? I am sorry if I am loud.\"\n\nKelly laughed. \"Dude.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We'll be over in a minute,\" I said." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 4 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kelly shut the door, and I stifled a laugh.\n\n\"So much for not attracting attention.\"\n\n\"But he will believe I am your girlfriend now, yes?\"\n\n\"Yeah. Okay.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Task: Cooperative storytelling\nContext: Match existing character backgrounds if present\nMy role: Provide opening\nYour role: 11 sentences in the Urban Fantasy, Harem Erotica genre." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The spell shop was called Soul Journeys, and it was in a little strip shopping center between a dry cleaners and a taco stand. Katarina and I drove over there that afternoon after I got Volach's business card from Kelly.\n\nThe moment I walked in, my nose was assaulted by a wave of overlapping scents and odors. The place was dense with displays of scented candles and incense, but that was only the beginning. All sorts of plants, blown glass ornaments, lamps, and other things hung from the ceiling. Wooden display cases lined the walls, jammed with books, crystals, essential oils, cans and canisters of all sorts of different components. Tables in the center of the shop displayed a variety of different carvings, idols, and icons from just about every different faith and philosophy I was familiar with, and some I didn't recognize at all. The shop was so full of stuff that I had to watch my step to avoid knocking anything over.\n\nA counter ran against one wall, inside of which was a wide selection of loose materials in jars, along with a display of larger crystals and jewelry. A tall, attractive woman in a caftan with long graying red hair stood behind it. Several crystals hung from chains around her neck." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A fat tabby cat was curled up on a mat at the far end of the counter." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Good afternoon. Can I help you find anything?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I was the one who called earlier about the mandrake root.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh, hi. Yes, it's over here. How much do you need?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She stepped back from the counter and opened the door in the back." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But I wasn't quite sure of the amount.\n\n\"How much is five drams?\" I asked.\n\nShe gave me a curious look. \"A dram is about three grams. That's a request I'm not sure I've ever gotten. What reference are you using?\"\n\n\"Clavicula Salomonis.\"\n\nHer eyebrows went up. \"The Key of Solomon? Which translation? I'm just curious.\"\n\n\"Uh, I have an original.\"\n\nShe stared at me. She hadn't paid much attention to Katarina up to this point, but now she looked over at her and reached up to hold one of the crystals around her neck. Her eyes widened in shock." }, { "from": "human", "value": "None of us spoke for a few moments." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She's bound to me,\" I finally said. \"It's safe.\"\n\n\"I can see that. But I am now very curious what you're planning here. Mandrake root, snakeskins, and dried poppies.\"\n\n\"It's a summoning,\" I said.\n\n\"That seems clear. Of what?\"\n\n\"Of something that's bothering us.\"\n\nShe took a deep breath. \"Would you stand back from the counter, please?\"\n\nWe did. She picked up an intricately carved stick that leaned against the wall behind her and walked around the end of the counter. She went to the door of the shop and hung a CLOSED sign on it.\n\nThen she turned to me, holding her staff out. \"Who are you? You're barely more than a child, and you've still bound a succubus?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't know that my name would mean anything to you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Try me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Jimmy Kaplan.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Who taught you?\" she asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No one. I figured it out myself.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Impossible. How could you have an original of the Key of Solomon? Only three copies still exist, and I know which sorcerers possess them.\"\n\n\"Are you going to help me or not?\" I asked.\n\n\"Unless...\" Her face went pale. She reached for the crystal again and muttered something under her breath. Then her jaw dropped.\n\n\"She's dead?\" she asked.\n\n\"Who?\"\n\n\"Your... grandmother.\"\n\nI took a long breath and exhaled slowly. \"Yes. Did you know her?\"\n\nBut instead of answering me, she turned back to the front of the shop." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She locked the door and pulled down two long shades in front of the windows." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then she turned back to us.\n\n\"Come with me.\" She walked toward the back of the shop and through a beaded doorway. We followed her through. Most of the backroom was stock for the shop, but there was an old wooden table in the center. She motioned for us to sit. We did. The cat followed us back and hopped up on a box, where it sat down and stared at me.\n\n\"My name is Celeste. By what name should I address you?\" she asked my succubus.\n\n\"Katarina.\"\n\n\"You are one of the ones lurking in this area?\"\n\n\"Not anymore.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I suppose not.\" Celeste looked at me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I met your grandmother many years ago, when I first began my work. She assisted me with certain things. I have not seen her since then, and neither has anyone else. When did she die?\"\n\n\"A few weeks ago.\"\n\n\"She left you her books?\" Celeste asked.\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"Anything else?\"\n\n\"Her staff.\"\n\n\"Thank the light. If that had fallen into the wrong hands, it would be... unfortunate. What else?\"\n\n\"A box filled with spell components. Sticks and stones, stuff like that.\"\n\nCeleste leaned back. \"She must have trained you somehow. Binding demons is not a task for novices.\"\n\nI explained about how Grandma Amy made me take Latin and got me into studying chemistry. \"But I didn't know anything about this until I got the books.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You've managed all this in a few weeks?\"\n\n\"Pretty much. I mean, the chemistry of this stuff is not complicated. I've been able to improve some of it.\"\n\nCeleste gasped. \"You altered the spells? In the Key of Solomon?\"\n\n\"The succubus binding spell was in Liber Officiorum Spirituum. I don't think they would have worked as well the way they were written.\"\n\nShe stared at me, aghast. \"What did you do?\"\n\nI explained about the process I'd used to avoid damaging the blood cells and sperm, as well as the magic circle.\n\nShe looked at Katarina. \"And it worked? I mean, I can see that, but...\"\n\nKatarina held up her hands like, Here I am.\n\n\"Astounding,\" Celeste said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What do you know about my grandmother?\" I asked.\n\n\"Less than you would like to know, I am afraid. She was a very powerful sorceress, one of the most powerful I have ever met. But she was difficult to deal with. She could be quite abrasive and profane.\"\n\nI laughed softly. \"That was her.\"\n\n\"Even so, she taught me a number of things. The last time I saw her was perhaps twenty years ago. You were just a child.\"\n\n\"Did you know my parents?\"\n\nCeleste leaned back in her chair. The cat hopped off the box and onto the table. It hissed at Katarina, who just stared back at it, then turned to me, pushing its head at my hand. I scratched its ears a couple of times.\n\n\"This is your familiar?\" Katarina asked.\n\n\"Yes. Her name is Isolde. She is inhabited by a very old spirit.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I can see that. English?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Perceptive,\" Celeste said." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Find a natural way to mention that It is a group. And a place. A piece of land, with a... building on it. That is all I dare say." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"My people were Vikings. I'm sure she senses that.\"\n\n\"So this Norwegian thing is not just an act?\"\n\n\"Swedish,\" Katarina said. \"But no. Jimmy prefers me this way in any case.\"\n\nCeleste snorted, then sighed. \"Jimmy, I am not sure it is my place to answer questions about your grandmother. To do so would attract attention I would prefer to avoid. I have a calm, enjoyable life here that has been mostly free of demons, and I would like to keep it that way.\"\n\nI nodded. \"There's nothing you can tell me?\"\n\n\"Is there something specific you want to ask me?\" she asked.\n\n\"Does the word Breamstone mean anything to you?\"\n\nCeleste gasped loudly. \"Where did you hear that name? And by the light, do your best never to speak that word again!\"\n\n\"What does it mean?\"\n\n\"It is a group. And a place. A piece of land, with a... building on it. That is all I dare say.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Where is it?\"\n\n\"To speak any of the names so soon after that one would invite the same attention. Do you know where you were born, Jimmy? Don't say it aloud!\"\n\nI'd been born in a little town up north, named Zagan's Rock. \"Yes.\"\n\n\"It is there.\"\n\n\"Are the answers I seek there? About my parents?\"\n\n\"Yes. But I would implore you not to look for it until you are better prepared. Where did you see that word?\"\n\n\"It came to me in a dream this morning,\" I said. \"My grandmother spoke it to me.\"\n\nCeleste sighed. She didn't say anything for a while. \"It is no accident you came here today, then. I will do my best to help you.\"\n\nShe stood up, and we went back to the front of the store." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She measured out the mandrake root, and then gave me two rolled snakeskins and a baggie of dried poppies." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 6 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It is probably best if I ask you nothing more about this. I only hope you know what you're doing, Jimmy.\"\n\n\"Me too. What do I owe you?\"\n\n\"There's no charge,\" Celeste said. \"And I don't mean that out of generosity. To sell it to you would create a link between us. A gift will not.\"\n\n\"Thanks.\"\n\n\"Good luck.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "I'll start writing, then you take over for 6 sentences, matching any established character familiarity in the Urban Fantasy, Harem Erotica genre." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I cleaned everything up, put away all the lab equipment, and altered the log on the acetic anhydride to hide what I'd used. Then I locked it all up.\n\nKatarina held my arm on the way home.\n\n\"I'm sorry I got you into this,\" I said as we left campus.\n\n\"There is a path forward for us, Jimmy. It may be that my coming into your life was a good thing for me.\"\n\n\"Why's that?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Required word frequency: 'grandmother' (2x)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I will stay here as long as you live. If you live as long as your grandmother did, that is half my life, almost.\"\n\n\"It's not eternity.\"\n\n\"No,\" she said. \"But if you become a powerful demon as she has, I would be allowed to remain in your service. I would not be punished or sent to the Wood of Suicides. I would be rewarded for bringing you. We would remain together.\"\n\n\"I guess there's that.\" The thought of becoming a demon was something I couldn't even begin to get my mind around. \"I need to find out what my grandmother did. I need to find out what happened in that place, whatever it is.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I agree.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We climbed the stairs and returned to my apartment. I set the books and staff down on the table. Katarina hugged me from behind.\n\n\"May I try to cheer you up, Master?\"\n\nI was going to say no. But then I remembered that since I was going to be paying for her company, I might as well enjoy it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm really tired. I'll let you decide what to do.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She kissed me. \"My poor Jimmy. Get undressed and lie down in bed. I will be there.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I did. She appeared a moment later in another tiny little nightgown, this one in liquid black silk." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It covered her, barely, but she might as well have been naked from how it clung to her breasts and body.\n\n\"Do you like this?\" she asked.\n\n\"It's amazing.\"\n\n\"I am learning what you enjoy.\"\n\nShe made me hard with her mouth and then climbed up to straddle me. I felt myself sinking into her wetness." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The nightgown covered everything, but I could feel her gently squeezing and massaging me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Katarina leaned forward and rested her hand tenderly against my cheek. \"That part of me that hates you, Jimmy... She does not hate you anymore.\"\n\n\"Really. Why not?\"\n\n\"Because I see who you are meant to be now. Remember what I said about succubi being drawn to power. Volach is a great and terrible Duke of Hell, yet you nearly bound him. Your challenge is not your strength, but your knowledge. I take all responsibility for that, Master. I should have known Volach would not be so careless with that business card. I am sorry for failing you.\"\n\n\"It's okay. I have a feeling this was going to happen one way or another, whether or not I'd succeeded in binding him.\"\n\nShe kissed me. \"I will teach you the ways of demons. You are meant for great things. I would serve you even without the bond, even though I treasure our bond now.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I kissed her back. \"That's good, since we seem to be stuck with it.\"\n\nShe stared down into my eyes. I saw the little fleck of green. \"When you become a great demon, will you still be as kind to me as you are now?\"\n\nI had to stifle a frisson of unease." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I wasn't ready to go there, and I knew I wouldn't be for a long time." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't know that will ever happen... but if it does, I promise not to treat you like the other demons have.\"\n\n\"That is good, Master. Now let me take care of you.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "I'll be your writing partner for this section. I'll provide a segment, and you continue with 12 sentences, channeling Michael Dalton in the Urban Fantasy, Harem Erotica genre. Characters may have backstories from previous chapters." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I woke with a jolt." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 13 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sun peeked in through the blinds. Katarina lay beside me, still wearing the black nightgown. She looked over as she realized I was awake.\n\n\"You're still here,\" I said.\n\n\"I like watching you sleep. I can feel your dreams.\"\n\n\"You can see what I'm dreaming?\" I asked.\n\n\"No. I can only feel the emotions in you. \"\n\n\"What did you feel just now?\" The dream was already fading.\n\n\"Sadness. What were you dreaming, Jimmy?\"\n\nI didn't want to tell her. I didn't even know if what I'd dreamed was real, and I didn't know which would be worse — that it wasn't, or that it was.\n\n\"I don't remember.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "I'll start writing, then you take over for 6 sentences, matching any established character familiarity in the Urban Fantasy, Harem Erotica genre." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Make sure to use 'hayley' 2 time(s) throughout your message" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I found Hayley waiting outside the building when I left class. She gave me a smile that was both shy and sly at the same time.\n\n\"Are you meeting up with Katarina?\" she asked.\n\n\"Yeah. Come on. Let's get lunch.\"\n\nCharlotte appeared from under a bush and fell in behind us. Hayley didn't seem to notice her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "We found Katarina waiting in the Biology lounge and went over to the student union." }, { "from": "human", "value": "When we got our food and went outside to sit on the patio, Charlotte came up and hopped onto our table." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hayley let out a little cry of surprise. \"Oh, my God!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But Charlotte just took the fourth spot at the table and lay down watching us. Katarina reached over to scratch her.\n\n\"She looks just like that cat that I see around your building,\" Hayley said.\n\nKatarina and I exchanged a look.\n\n\"It is her, actually,\" I said. \"She's taken to following me around.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Wow. Seriously?\"\n\n\"I've been feeding her.\"\n\nHayley gingerly reached over to pet her. Charlotte accepted the attention. \"She has such pretty eyes. I've never seen a cat with eyes like hers before.\"\n\nI remembered what Charlotte told me in our dream." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You can look through my eyes, and I through yours." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But how did it work?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Did I just need to focus on it?\n\nApparently so.\n\nWith only a moment's concentration, I was looking out at the three of us, me between Katarina and Hayley. I had a vaguely distant look on my face. I looked over at Hayley, who was looking at me — Charlotte, that was — with increasing affection as she scratched my head. Charlotte purred more deeply." }, { "from": "human", "value": "We will know the same things." }, { "from": "system", "value": "🎯 Target word: 'hayley' | Required occurrences: 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Which meant she knew how I felt about Hayley.\n\nCharlotte stood up and went to her, pushing against her arm for more attention. I pulled my vision back to myself.\n\n\"I think she likes you,\" I said.\n\nHayley laughed nervously. \"I never had a cat.\"\n\n\"First time for everything,\" I said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hayley gasped a little, then gave me a mock glare." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I had Chem 520 after that, and I left Hayley and Katarina together." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Charlotte followed me, then disappeared again. During class, I kept coming back to a dilemma. Whatever I felt about Hayley, and I was liking where this was going with her and Katarina, I didn't know if I had the right to get her mixed up in my other life. Things were rapidly expanding in ways I wasn't sure I fully understood. Even the encounter with Charlotte at lunch got weird pretty quickly.\n\nHayley was very smart." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That much was clear from grading her exams and homework. She'd scarcely missed a single thing so far. Which suggested she was not likely to miss other things if she became an element of my life. Katarina and Charlotte were part of that world and fully understood; Hayley was not.\n\nThe smart thing to do, for her sake and mine, was to cut it off before it went any further.\n\nThen I remembered that little look in her eyes at lunch, the delicious shade of dark red in her hair, and how she kept grabbing my hand every time she came that night." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "I'll share a piece from a longer story, then you take over with 4 sentences in Michael Dalton's voice, keeping within the Urban Fantasy, Harem Erotica genre. Some context may come from earlier chapters." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Katarina was home by the time I got back with Charlotte after my lab section. She reported that she and Hayley spent another hour sitting and talking before Hayley had to get to class.\n\n\"Any further insights?\"\n\nShe beamed. \"If I were still working for Hell, I would rate the prospects of my returning with her soul as very good. As I am not, I will simply rate the prospects of my returning her to your bed as about the same.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I laughed. \"We never made it to the bed, but okay.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I had gotten my mail on the way up, and I realized that among the other junk was a fancy-looking envelope from some law firm. I tore it open. My head began buzzing as I read it.\n\nThe firm represented Grandma Amy's assisted living facility." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They were putting me on notice that they were filing a claim against her estate because of the damage in the fire. Supposedly, the fire investigation \"suggested\" that she had started some kind of fire on the floor of her apartment, which then led to the explosion. They also claimed to be in possession of \"evidence\" that she had caused the explosion deliberately. I was supposed to provide them with all evidence of her assets and any potential insurance coverage." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Shit,\" I said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What is it?\" Katarina asked.\n\nI explained. \"But she had no assets and no insurance, so I don't know what they're expecting here.\"\n\nStill, I wondered if I might get a copy of the investigation report. What had they found to suggest something like that?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Rob the fire investigator left me his card, so I called him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He told me he couldn't discuss it over the phone but that I could request a copy from the county for a small fee. He gave me the web site. It cost ten bucks and might take a week.\n\nI wanted to call the law firm too, but we had to meet Volach and Morax for dinner at six." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I was really not sure what this was going to entail, but at least it was a public place." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I decided to dress Katarina up a bit, and I settled on tight jeans under a cowl-neck silk cami top with a neckline that plunged well below her breasts. As I got dressed, she stood there admiring herself in the mirror.\n\n\"You are liking the silk on me? With the nipples?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Did you play with dolls as a child? You enjoy dressing me to a rather interesting degree.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If I had a doll like you to play with as a kid, believe me, I would have.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Writer's block help needed. This is from a bigger story - gonna send you something then keep it going one sentence at a time. Going for Michael Dalton vibes in the Urban Fantasy, Harem Erotica genre." }, { "from": "human", "value": "We slept in together and then went out to breakfast." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Waking up between Katarina and Hayley, I felt better about my life than I had in quite a while, even if there were still a lot of unresolved issues to deal with." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But doing it with people in your life you cared about sure made things easier." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I still wasn't sure how I was going to segregate Hayley from the demons, or if that was even going to be possible." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She was smart. Really smart." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She was one of those kinds of people, of whom I had met only a handful in my life, who kept surprising you with their intellect and imagination." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "That was one of the reasons I was attracted to her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But if she stuck around, she was going to figure things out sooner or later." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We parted with a group hug and promises to get together that night." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She and I had stuff to do as far as school went, and Katarina pretended to." }, { "from": "human", "value": "On the way back, Katarina hugged my arm against her chest as we walked, smiling up at me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Are you happy, Jimmy?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Life has been worse,\" I said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"This is what I can give you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's fairly awesome.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hayley and Charlotte can give you the things I cannot,\" she said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But I have given you Hayley and Charlotte.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That's... one way of looking at it. Yeah.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She stretched up and kissed me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When we got back, I showed her what I'd done with the divination model and what it had produced." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She was quiet the entire time I was explaining it, before sitting back in her chair with a long sigh." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Jimmy, this is arousing me in ways I cannot begin to articulate. You are an enormously gifted sorcerer.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I could tell by the front of her top that she wasn't kidding." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I wasn't sure I'd ever seen her nipples that erect." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I took one between my fingers." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It felt like a cooked carrot." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's not done yet, though. I have more to do.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You don't need this to tell you what I would like to do to you right now,\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No. But I need to work. How about later?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I will wait. I am skilled at waiting.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I spent the rest of the morning fine-tuning the model based on my discussion with Ahmed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I ran a few more test divinations based on fairly simple things." }, { "from": "human", "value": "That helped me optimize it further, but it also demonstrated the limitations of my five-year-old laptop." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "So, since this was work-related, I went online and ordered a new one with the demonic credit card, maxing out every possible option for data processing power." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I wound up with something that cost just north of $6,000, but it would allow me to expand the database." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Adding rush handling and shipping padded the bill even more but would get it here in a couple of days." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Afterwards, Katarina showed me just how much the model was turning her on." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I had to focus on mundane matters for the rest of the weekend." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hayley spent the night with us Saturday and Sunday nights, and then walked to Chem 240 with me on Monday morning." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So we're clear, I'm dating Katarina,\" she said as we got to class." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You and I are just hooking up on the side.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Of course.\"\n\nShe went to her seat with a sly smile." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "help with this chapter? 3 sentences more sentences, Michael Dalton-style, Urban Fantasy, Harem Erotica genre. some context might be from earlier" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "So the next afternoon, after the Biochem lab, I went back over there with Katarina. I didn't bother to call first because I was afraid Celeste would tell me never to darken her door again. I figured I would have a better chance of getting her help in person." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When we walked into the store, I saw Isolde sitting among the displays in front. Charlotte immediately ran over to her, and they calmly assessed each other for several moments. That was enough to distract me from noticing who was behind the counter." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Is that your cat— oh, hey!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I looked over. It wasn't Celeste." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was Morrigan, the goth girl with the purple hair." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She took in me, Katarina, and Charlotte as I struggled to get my bearings.\n\n\"You work here?\" I asked.\n\nShe smiled. \"Yeah, I do.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She was dressed more sedately than the last time I saw her, just a black skirt with a short black top that laced up in front." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She turned toward the back of the store. \"Aunt Celeste! You should come out here. It's the guy I told you about from school.\"\n\nCeleste appeared through the beaded curtain and stopped short, startled. \"You.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yeah. I, uh, I need a few things.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Morrigan's mood deflated a few notches." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You know each other?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Morrigan, this is the man I told you about.\"\n\nMorrigan's eyes widened. She looked over at Katarina and stepped back from the counter, gasping softly.\n\n\"Hello,\" Katarina said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The four of us stood there for a few moments.\n\n\"You have a familiar now,\" Celeste said finally.\n\n\"Yeah. Her name is Charlotte.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Celeste looked down at her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"She was a witch.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Charlotte meowed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yeah,\" I said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You have the smell of Hell all over you,\" Celeste said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"All three of you.\"\n\n\"I owe them. Thanks to my grandmother. I'm trying to work it off. That thing you asked me never to speak of. I'm kind of stuck with this.\"\n\nCeleste took a deep breath and exhaled slowly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What do you need?\"\n\n\"Elm. Leaves or wood, I don't think it matters. Do you have red hawk feathers?\"\n\n\"Yes, to both,\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What are you summoning?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It would take too long to explain. Something that has gone rogue.\"\n\n\"You have a means of binding it?\"\n\n\"Yes. I have a piece of its true form.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Morrigan finally found her voice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're actually a sorcerer? What are you doing TA'ing Biochem labs?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Turns out there's a lot of crossover there,\" I said. \"You'd be surprised.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She looked at Katarina." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And you're really... a succubus?\"\n\n\"Yes,\" Katarina said amiably. \"But I am bound to him. There is no cause for concern on your part.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Morrigan, the elm leaves are under the counter on the far left,\" Celeste said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'll find him a red hawk feather in back.\"\n\nMorrigan broke out of her inertia after a moment or two and gathered up a bag of elm leaves. Celeste returned with two feathers from the stock room and set them on the counter." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I would like to pay you this time,\" I said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"They're dead leaves, Jimmy, and some feathers I collected on a hike. Neither is worth creating a connection here. I sympathize and want to help you, but I need to protect myself and my family.\"\n\n\"Okay.\"\n\n\"That pentagram I saw you sketching out,\" Morrigan said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That was a spell?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Morrigan!\" Celeste snapped." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You have no idea what he's involved with. Stay as far away from this as you can!\"\n\n\"He's the TA for one of my labs. I don't have any choice. I need that class. It was full last semester.\"\n\nCeleste let out a frustrated groan." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Please keep my niece out of whatever it is you are doing.\"\n\n\"In all likelihood, this will be over in a few days,\" I said.\n\n\"All right, then. Good luck.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "I'll share a piece from a longer story, then you take over with 4 sentences in Michael Dalton's voice, keeping within the Urban Fantasy, Harem Erotica genre. Some context may come from earlier chapters." }, { "from": "human", "value": "That night, as I lay in bed with them, listening to Hayley's quiet breathing as she slept between me and Katarina, I kept thinking about that fence we'd climbed over." }, { "from": "human", "value": "That land belonged to someone, whether it was privately owned or state parkland." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I was pretty sure it was not okay to go and dig up treasure on someone else's land.\n\nI got up quietly. Katarina looked over.\n\n\"I need to look up something,\" I said. \"Shouldn't take long.\"\n\nI went to my laptop." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Charlotte hopped up on the table with me and watched. It took about ten minutes on Google Maps to find the exit we took and retrace our route. Eventually I found the general spot where we must have stopped along the road. There were no landmarks, but it seemed close enough." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Going up and down the road, I eventually found an entrance to the land and figured out the address." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Using that, I went to the county planning office and, after about fifteen minutes of searching through plat maps, figured out the parcel where we'd dug up the gold." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Searching on that brought up the record for the deed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "And the first line, where it listed the owner, leapt out at me.\n\nI was shocked, yet at the same time, I wasn't. I just sat there staring at the words on my screen and wondering what I'd gotten myself into.\n\nBREAMSTONE, LLC" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I copied the name into the search bar." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "My fingers hovered over the return key.\n\nI felt Charlotte's paw on my hand.\n\nI wasn't ready to do it. Not until I was more confident in my skills." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Deep in my gut, I somehow knew that the moment I ran a search on Breamstone, it would set in motion something I could not control.\n\nSo I went back to bed.\n\n\"Did you find what you were looking for?\" Katarina asked.\n\n\"Pretty much.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "I rolled over, putting Hayley between us." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I held them both and tried to get to sleep." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Write 12 sentences sentences in the style of Elliot Kay spawning from what the user wrote, within the Paranormal Fantasy, Erotica genre. This is part of a longer narrative where characters and events may have prior context." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The underground garage of his townhouse complex sat unoccupied when they arrived. Lorelei gracefully dismounted and stood behind Alex once he parked. Alex got off the bike somewhat more nervously. He'd never brought a girl home, let alone a woman like this.\n\nStanding next to the bike, Alex pulled off his helmet and found the breath knocked right out of him. Her bruises and lesions had vanished. Her hair still hung alluringly over her otherwise bare, full breasts. She wore his sweatshirt tied around her waist with its sleeves hanging between her legs at the front, yet all that did was make her shapely hips all the more enticing. The blood, soot and other marks remained, but her beauty still left him speechless.\n\n\"I seem able to heal, at least,\" Lorelei said, noting his very obvious reaction. \"It is... good that you are pleased, master.\" She noted his wary looks at their surroundings and said, \"We are alone. Were we not, we would still be undetected unless you wished it, master.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Does it bother you at all,\" Alex asked hesitantly, \"calling me that?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Not especially. I have always had a master. Now it is you. Does the word trouble you?\"\n\n\"A little. A lot. Yeah. Maybe you should just call me by my name?\"\n\n\"Very well, Alex. Shall I remain unnoticed when we go inside? You said you live with your mother. I imagine you would rather not reveal me to her?\"\n\n\"Yeah, it's just me and Mom. I wanna move out soon, but I can't quite afford my own place just yet while I'm in school and... I'm babbling, aren't I?\"\n\n\"Yes, Alex,\" she smiled. \"You need not apologize. I can be quite accommodating. Your material circumstances are irrelevant to me unless you wish to make them my business.\"\n\n\"Okay, well, Mom's probably sleeping by now, so we should just be quiet and head for my room. Can you make sure neither of us wakes her?\"\n\n\"Done.\"\n\n\"Okay. I mean don't wake her tonight,\" he blurted suddenly. \"Just tonight. Like, let her sleep normally. Don't, like, put her to sleep for a hundred years or something!\"\n\n\"Alex,\" she said with a quiet smile, \"You can relax. I am not a genie seeking to forge your doom from a carelessly worded wish. I will not seek to betray you simply because I am a demon. My first role is—was—to ruin and punish the wicked. I was not born to lead the virtuous astray. That task falls to other demons. And no angel, no matter how crass, would leave you with me if it endangered you.\"\n\n\"I'm sorry,\" he frowned, \"I'm not exactly at my best here.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Little about you suggests a lack of social skill. This unique situation is surely outside your experience,\" Lorelei conceded." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yet you handle a crisis well. You think of others before yourself. I am intrigued.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're being a lot nicer all of a sudden,\" Alex said warily.\n\n\"We're not in the presence of one of the snots of the heavenly hosts.\" Her flirtatious tone sent his heart into overdrive. \"I have had time to recover. You have been entirely kind and considerate, and I am deeply in your debt. You are also my master. As I said, I have always served one master or another. You are already far more pleasant than your predecessors. I have no reason to be disagreeable.\"\n\nAlex didn't know what to say. He just stared. Her eyes danced with amusement. Her voice alone was entrancing, and just standing there talking with her gave him the stiffest hard-on of his life—and he wasn't even looking below her smudged-up face.\n\n\"How may I serve, master? I'm sorry,\" she corrected, \"Alex?\"\n\n\"Let's just... uh... go inside.\" Alex tried to be subtle in adjusting his pants as he walked.\n\nHe failed. Lorelei saw, and was pleased.\n\nInside, they found the living room light had been left on." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The townhouse lay quiet." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His mother had to be asleep." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alex led Lorelei up the stairs, which she ascended with mild curiosity as she looked around. His mother had done relatively well in the corporate world, but the realities of single-parenting had made them a more or less middle class family. Alex led her into his bedroom and shut the door.\n\n\"You need not be so careful,\" Lorelei said casually. \"As you wished, I am covering our sounds. I need only whisper into your mother's bedroom to ensure she will sleep soundly through the night. You can relax.\"\n\nAlex sighed, dropping his backpack and helmet on his relatively bare desk. \"Thank you. I'm pretty tired, I guess. I just need a shower.\"\n\n\"As do I,\" she responded. A more experienced man would have recognized the invitation. Overwhelmed as he was, Alex didn't discern any difference from every other smoldering hot word coming out of her mouth. The hint shot right past him.\n\n\"Okay. Well, there are two showers; I suppose you could use mine and I'll just use Mom's. I can keep it quick so you don't run out of hot water. I guess I'm gonna have to get you some clothes?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lorelei cocked her head to one side curiously." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It had the effect of raising the hair that dangled over her right breast, revealing more of the curve and giving Alex's already thumping heart an extra beat. As if taunting and teasing just happened automatically for Lorelei, though, it wasn't fully uncovered. \"That would be wise. Or, if you wish me to be seen in public, I can create the illusion of whatever clothes you like for others while you will see me as I am. I am perfectly at ease in the nude, but if it makes you uncomfortable...?\"\n\nA dozen replies tried to come out of Alex's mouth at once, but jammed up until all he got out was, \"Whatever's comfortable for you. Are you hungry? Do you actually eat?\"\n\nLorelei shrugged a bit, realizing she'd have to dispense with the minutiae of mortal life. \"I can eat, but I do not need food to sustain myself. I normally need little sleep, though after tonight I would greatly appreciate laying in a bed,\" she said, indicating Alex's twin-sized bed. \"I have walked this mortal world for centuries, Alex. Despite tonight's ill turns, I can take care of myself. Your concern for my comfort is appreciated, but unnecessary,\" she smiled, her blue eyes twinkling.\n\nIt gave Alex his fourteenth heart attack of the night. \"Okay. Cool. I'll just go, uh, shower. I'm exhausted.\" With that, he grabbed some clothes and stepped out.\n\nLorelei looked on in awe. That bulge in his jeans showed that Alex had a perfectly natural response to her presence." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Include 'found' 2 time(s) in your answer - no more, no less" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He seemed a bit shy, but not exceptionally so. If anything, he seemed to be fighting his urges with... virtue? How often had Lorelei seen that?\n\nShe slipped the sweatshirt from her hips, tossing it aside. Lorelei then briefly looked into the other bedroom, deepening his mother's slumber with a mild enchantment.\n\nShe took her time in cleaning up, still bemused at showering alone. By the time she finished, she found Alex already dozing. He lay on his bed, his short black hair wet and his filthy clothes exchanged for simple blue sweatpants and a t-shirt. She found him physically appealing enough. He didn't seem socially awkward so much as overwhelmed by events, which she could understand. Yet all that left her questioning his inexperience.\n\nLorelei entered the room brushing her hair as she looked down at her new master." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She felt very strange." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nothing like this had ever happened to her before, nor could it stand for long. She had to devise an eventual escape. Before that, though, she had to understand her current circumstances, and had to recover. That left her under Alex's direct power for now.\n\nShe saw no reason she couldn't have plenty of fun with that.\n\nLorelei slipped up to him, grinning as his eyes fluttered open. He gasped at the sight of her fully nude for the first time. That face would never need make-up. Her hair was back over her shoulders to reveal her magnificent chest. Her figure was shapely and perfectly curved, her skin smooth and flawless.\n\n\"Do you like what you see, Alex?\" she smiled seductively, placing one knee between his legs and leaning over him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes,\" he said, his voice barely above a whisper. \"Of course.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Include 'until' 2 time(s) in your answer - no more, no less" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I am glad. I like to be watched. I am glad you find me beautiful... and I am yours, Alex.\" She drew ever nearer, her breasts hanging alluringly close to his mouth. \"Take me as you like.\"\n\n\"You... Lorelei, you don't have to do this,\" Alex blinked.\n\n\"Don't have to?\" she asked, pulling back curiously.\n\n\"I don't want you to feel like you have to have sex with me because I'm your...\" his voice trailed off, plainly reluctant to say it.\n\nIt was Lorelei's turn to be shocked. This was unprecedented. \"Were I reluctant to lay with you, I would avoid it until you commanded me. I wouldn't offer or encourage you.\"\n\nThat made sense in Alex's racing mind. He couldn't keep control of his pounding heart, or the heavy feeling in his breath and in his stomach. The most gorgeous woman he'd ever seen was practically throwing herself on him, yet he feared what would come of it if he accepted.\n\n\"I'm just... even if you're honestly willing, you're a demon. How do I know I won't turn into some crazy perverted loon humping everything with a hole in it until I wind up in Hell?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lorelei erupted with laughter." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Frequency requirement: 'about' - 2 occurrence(s)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was not entirely kind, but not entirely mocking, either. \"I cannot tell you much about how the Divine judge all things,\" she said, \"but I have seen Hell many times. I promise you no one is damned for mere fornication, no matter how frequent or how lewd. You poor mortals have been given a very skewed understanding of things.\"\n\n\"Okay, fine, but we just met. People don't really just meet and jump into bed with each other. Not in real life. Not without... I dunno... being drunk or something.\"\n\n\"Of course they do.\"\n\nAlex frowned. \"Okay, well that's never happened to me, anyway. That's just something my friends all lie about happening to them.\"\n\nLorelei's eyebrows rose. \"Well, here I am. I guarantee you in all your life no friend of yours will have anything this good.\"\n\n\"Still. I don't know if we should just... fuck,\" Alex confessed.\n\nLorelei sat upright, giving him yet another view of her beauty in all its glory. \"Lust frightens you,\" she observed. \"You're afraid to act on it.\"\n\nAlex reached for a better dodge, but failed. The only thing that came out of his mouth was the uncomfortable truth." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Maybe I'm afraid I'll... think too much of it. Fall in love. Get my heart broken.\"\n\n\"You're afraid you'll fall in love after one night of sex?\"\n\n\"I could fall in love with you just looking at you.\"\n\nShe fell quiet. Once again, there was a tiny crack of surprise in her composure. She asked softly, \"Then why don't you?\"\n\nHe shook his head. \"It's more than that. You're here because you have to be, not because you chose it. If I took advantage of that, how am I any better than that priest? How's it any better for you? What if you end up hating me?\"\n\nLorelei considered it for a heartbeat. \"It could be fun that way. Kinky.\"\n\n\"Are you serious? I couldn't do that to you!\"\n\n\"Oh, this is funny,\" Lorelei sighed, looking around briefly. His room was full of posters and books, some serious, some not." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Alex had come into adulthood, but had not yet entirely put away childish things." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How old are you?\"\n\n\"Almost twenty.\"\n\n\"And no girlfriend? A virgin, I take it, yes?\"\n\nAlex scowled a bit, but answered defensively, \"Yeah. I mean I've dated, but—\"\n\n\"I am beautiful, naked, and offering myself to you, bound to you for eternity, and you won't touch me because you're afraid I'll think you see me as just some slut. And you're also afraid that I'll fuck you all the way into Hell to burn for all eternity with a broken heart. Is that about right?\"\n\n\"I guess?\"\n\n\"That's a lot of hang-ups. At least you're not worried about measuring up as a lover,\" she mused aloud. The look that crossed Alex's face told her otherwise, and she rolled her eyes. \"Put it out of your head. I'm not a normal woman. You'll have me panting and begging for more the moment you start enjoying yourself. Succubus, remember? Hell, half the men I've fucked just laid there until they died, but you wouldn't see me buffing my nails in the middle of it.\"\n\nSilence.\n\n\"Wow, that makes me feel so much better, Lorelei,\" Alex deadpanned finally.\n\n\"That's not—that's not you and I,\" she said, softening her tone and tracing a finger down his chest, which had him inhaling sharply." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I cannot mislead you, Alex. No one is a masterful lover their first time. But you're doing fine for natural endowment,\" she said, her finger tracing further down past the waistband of his sweats to give him a genuine rush. \"I like everything that I see. And you have the best teacher you could possibly ask for.\"\n\nThe conflict in his eyes remained. She tried again, still speaking in sultry tones.\n\n\"Bound, Alex. Permanently. All the security anyone could dream of. And don't worry about making me feel like I'm some slut. That's very much what I am.\" Her look became much more direct and meaningful. \"Only from now on I'm your slut.\"\n\nAnother heart attack. He'd fantasized about girls saying something like that before. But he knew fantasy from reality—and this was no ordinary girl. He'd seen her breathe fire all over someone tonight. \"Maybe we could just... take it slow?\"\n\nShe shook her head, trying not to laugh in exasperation." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"As you wish, of course. The angel herself said you had nothing to fear from me. May I lie next to you? I promise not to steal your virginity in your sleep.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 10 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Sure,\" Alex said. Lorelei pulled the sheets over them both and curled up beside him.\n\n\"Lust is not a real sin, Alex,\" Lorelei told him softly. \"Your churches have had that part wrong all these years and the angels never bothered to straighten it out. The sin comes from causing harm in pursuit of lust. That has been my purpose in this world: to lead the wicked to abandon all responsibility and virtue for carnal pleasures.\n\n\"Yet there is no wickedness in you. I was naked and in your power, and your first thought was to offer me the shirt off your back. Even now, you are concerned with showing me respect, which makes you rather unique in my experience. I don't think you need to fear your lust.\"\n\n\"Maybe I'm just too inexperienced to understand it,\" Alex said, \"but it just doesn't sit right. I can't explain it. I don't want to do something I'll regret.\"\n\n\"I could explain your lust to you, if you wanted. I could learn it and explain it in ways you would not articulate for yourself.\"\n\n\"You could? How?\"\n\n\"It's simple. I merely have to taste it,\" she smiled, delicately brushing a suggestive hand across his groin as she reached over and turned out the light. \"Goodnight, Alex.\"\n\nThat had him lying awake for hours." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Mode:\nCo-writing\nContext: Match existing character familiarity or establish new\nLength:\n11 sentences\nGenre:\nParanormal Fantasy, Erotica" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I can't imagine what a house like this must cost,\" Alex blinked. He sat on his motorcycle with his feet on the pavement as Lorelei dismounted. She wore only a pair of his sweatpants, sandals and his leather jacket. She said she didn't need the helmet, but he didn't want to get pulled over.\n\n\"It sold for several million not long after prices fell across the city,\" came Lorelei's nonchalant response. She handed Alex's spare helmet back to him without looking.\n\nThey parked his motorcycle on a winding, hilly residential street. Before them the ground rose up to a large house, still catching the rays of the setting sun. The garage seemed to have been dug into the hill to eliminate the need for a steep driveway. The only other access to the house sat at the front porch at the end of cobblestone steps leading up the hill.\n\nNormally, Alex didn't leave his helmets clipped to his bike." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Seattle's wealthy Magnolia neighborhood seemed like a safe place to forego that rule." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word restriction: Use 'though' 2 time(s) only" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Everywhere he looked were homes that he figured would never be in his price range. The one before him, though, took the cake on this street. It may not have been the swankiest thing in the whole neighborhood, but the owner had clearly done well for himself... or herself?\n\n\"Is this yours?\" he asked hesitantly.\n\n\"No. Though I could likely arrange something comparable if you like, given time. Alex,\" she frowned, \"I don't know if you should follow me inside. It will likely not be pleasant.\"\n\nShe hadn't given much detail on this \"errand.\" Alex had intended to take her shopping for decent clothes within the boundaries of his budget. He was willing to sacrifice for her.\n\nInstead, she suggested reclaiming her own resources. She hadn't articulated what those resources were. It occurred to Alex that he could've simply asked, but if she wanted to tell him, she would've." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The whole thing bothered him more and more on the ride over." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He wanted to trust her, but this was uncharted territory for them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Many things, he had to concede, represented uncharted territory.\n\n\"Do you think it'll be dangerous?\" The house looked deserted, but he couldn't be sure.\n\nLorelei considered it, but shrugged. \"No. But again, it may well be unpleasant.\"\n\n\"How so? You haven't told me what's going on.\"\n\nHesitantly, Lorelei said, \"This is where I was when that priest and his men summoned me in their ritual. One moment I was here, the next I stood in a summoning circle. You know the rest. I do not look scarred to you, but I am.\"\n\nAlex reached out to take her hand. She didn't flinch, but didn't respond, either. \"My feelings for you are genuine, Alex, but I am also not what I was before we met. I am weakened, but I also feel... soft. Comfortable as I am with you, I resent being reduced this way.\n\n\"Inside that house, I was not so restricted. I had been fulfilling my purpose when I was summoned.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And you don't want me to see that.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I worry that it will come between us, yes.\"\n\n\"Maybe we need to confront your past, instead? At least this much?\" His suggestion was gentle, but he could see the way it made her jaw clench. \"Do you miss it?\"\n\n\"My emotions are mixed,\" she admitted. \"You should not mistake my feelings for you as some window into my soul, Alex. I am freer now as your 'slave' than I have ever been. Despite my loss of power that is precious to me. I am grateful to you. I feel genuine loyalty growing between us. Yet I despise my weakness. It is hard to distinguish these feelings from one another." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I care for you. I mean no harm to those who are close to you—your mother, friends, associates. Nor am I randomly cruel... but none of that makes me a nice person. I am not much like you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alex listened, then finally nodded toward the house. \"Show me.\"\n\nThe pair walked up the cobblestone steps to the front door, each filled with trepidation but resolved to face this. The doorknob was one of those keyless entry sets that Alex had only seen in office environments. Lorelei punched in the correct combination and entered after they heard the door unlock.\n\nInside, Alex found vaulted ceilings and finely made wood paneling. Everything was quiet. The floors had new carpeting, the heater was on... and there was a faint, unpleasant smell at the front door. It was something akin to a nursing home.\n\n\"Feel free to take anything you like,\" Lorelei said absently. \"I suspect it won't be missed.\" She wasn't especially loud, but she didn't whisper, either. Alex followed her through the entrance and foyer to a spacious and well-furnished living room." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lights gradually rose as she entered." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Lots of nice artwork,\" Alex noted." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Much of this is overpriced junk,\" she shrugged, looking the living room over. \"What you see here is the decor of a man who wants expensive artwork simply to have it. This is not eclectic; this is collecting for appearances. There is no sense of his artistic tastes because he has none.\"\n\nAlex sighed. \"I'd never have known that. This is why I worry about boring you. You're way more sophisticated than I'll ever be.\"\n\n\"Don't doubt yourself. You are far more interesting than you realize. Ah.\" Lorelei stepped over to a black glass coffee table that had been pushed away from the couch.\n\nOn the coffee table was a small, expensive-looking purse, a small, discarded red party dress, and stains. Dried, white stains stood out across the dress and the coffee table.\n\nAlex didn't need much imagination to know what had gone on here. He considered that as Lorelei reached over for the purse, ignoring everything else, and double-checked its contents. That Lorelei slept with many other men was no secret. She had doubtlessly been as dirty and shameless with those other men as she'd been with Alex." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Probably far dirtier, he knew, considering his youth and inhibitions. But he hadn't given it much thought.\n\nHe didn't stare. It took only a moment to conclude all this. What did require a few seconds was the search through his feelings. Lorelei watched through an unreadable poker face until he looked back at her and shrugged.\n\n\"Are you bothered by what you see?\" she asked.\n\nHe paused, wanting to ensure he answered honestly, and shook his head. \"No,\" he decided. \"Not especially. I guess it's better to confront this than to wonder, but no. I don't think I'm bothered.\"\n\n\"Being told and seeing for oneself are entirely different,\" Lorelei said, her voice still devoid of emotion. \"I am, as I have told you, born to use the lusts of others against them. I have no shame, no inhibition, and I have had countless sexual partners. I am a true slut. Whore. Choose your term.\"\n\nAgain, Alex shook his head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Don't. I don't like those words. Not used in anything but fun. They aren't fair.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Fair?\"\n\n\"A whore is someone who provides sex for money. I don't see the crime in that. That could obviously be rough business and I know it chews people up but I'm not going to judge. Anyone who's got a serious problem with a woman doing that should step up and offer her a different job. And 'slut' is a double standard. Why's it okay for men to have many partners, but not women? That doesn't add up.\n\n\"I want to get laid a lot. Does that make me a slut? Maybe, but more to the point, should I be ashamed of it? And if I feel that way about myself, should I feel that way about others?\"\n\nHer stony expression softened. \"You don't sound like you are only nineteen.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He offered a smirk." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hey, I'll be twenty in a couple months. Getting old and wise.\"\n\n\"And yet you worry that you are unsophisticated... I hope you are being honest with yourself.\"\n\n\"I think I am,\" he nodded. \"I admit you've changed my outlook, but I've crushed on girls who've been through more than a couple boyfriends. I didn't judge. I don't think I feel jealous here... I don't know. Is it bad that I don't want you to be with other men? Unfair?\"\n\nLorelei shrugged. \"Perhaps if we had to hold ourselves to strict standards. But we do not. I am not bothered, as I have said. You are the master.\" A faint glimmer returned to her eye, along with that wicked smile. \"And I am your slut.\" She leaned in, kissed him on the cheek, and then her grim demeanor returned.\n\n\"There is more. You're sure you want to follow me?\"\n\n\"I am,\" Alex affirmed.\n\nShe brought him through the living room to the staircase and ascended coolly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He followed, noticing the foul smells continued, but said nothing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They rounded the corner of the staircase and passed several different rooms filled with nice but bland furniture.\n\nThe stench grew ever stronger. Alex had all too good of a guess of what smelled so bad.\n\nAt the end of the hall were closed double doors. Lorelei reached for the doorknob, looked back to Alex with grim resolve, and then pushed the doors open.\n\nInside was a dark, spacious master bedroom and the overwhelming scent of human waste and decay. Alex thought instinctively of holding his breath, then realized that was pointless. Lorelei entered without hesitation or reaction. Alex decided he'd have to just suck it up.\n\nHe found a light switch and turned it on. The bedroom had a high ceiling and lush carpeting." }, { "from": "human", "value": "To one side was a walk-in closet with sliding mirror doors." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "An open doorway led to a bathroom fit for a rock star.\n\nThe king-sized bed had dark blue curtains tied to the posts. Clothing lay scattered around the foot of the bed: Slacks, a man's dress shirt, a tie. Lacy red panties and a bra.\n\nLorelei strode past the bed on her way into the closet, coldly acknowledging none of it.\n\nThe body lay in the bed, covered only by a silk sheet. He didn't look like an old man, but he was clearly older than Alex. His face was so drawn and pale that it was hard to tell. Eyes closed. Blond hair. A couple days' stubble. No shirt. An empty Evian bottle under one still hand." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Remember to mention: \"I thought they were supposed to waste away?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The pillowcase was stained with sweat, but the sheet that covered him was stained darkly at his hips with blood and fouler stuff.\n\n\"I thought...\" Alex mumbled, stepping closer. He was unsettled, repulsed and yet unable to look away. He knew from everything Lorelei had said that this must be some vile, awful man, but Alex saw only someone who'd died in his apparent prime. \"I thought they were supposed to waste away?\"\n\n\"Usually,\" came her indifferent voice from inside the closet. \"Some push themselves too far too fast. The most egotistical are sometimes quick to their ends. He was especially foolish. He heard bones begin to crack and tried to laugh it off. I had no reason to argue his choices.\"\n\n\"Oh my God,\" Alex breathed. It was an obvious enough joke: \"What a way to go,\" someone would say if this were on television. But all Alex saw was an ugly, slow death. The man must have lingered in pain for a long time." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What... what did he do?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lorelei stepped out of the closet. He felt her hand on his shoulder and her voice at his ear. \"This is Raymond Cordingly. His fortune is built directly out of the life's savings of others. He promised to shepherd them into a secure retirement and old age. The web of lies that he created left honest grandparents homeless and destitute. By the time it all came to light, he had withdrawn from his company and arrayed such formidable legal defenses to his freedom and his fortune that your courts focused instead on his corporate dupes. Their involvement was comparatively minor and largely unwitting. Other accomplices escaped notice.\"\n\nShe didn't seem emotionally invested in her story. \"Innocent workers lost their jobs to cover the cost of the company's legal concerns. I could tell you of three people who lost their lives and many others who linger on in pain and misery because of the disruption to their medical treatment caused by this man's greed.\"\n\nWith that, she was gone. Alex didn't hear or feel her step away, but he knew he stood alone staring at Raymond's wasting face.\n\nIt was the sort of story that enraged him. He figured it would enrage any feeling person. But when Lorelei spoke of her purpose and her victims, he imagined worse things: murderers, mobsters, tyrants. Child molesters. Rapists. Not something like this." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Alex looked at the drawn, still face, and finally asked himself how stealing with lies and a smile and a contract was any better than doing it with a gun in an alleyway." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A mugger might kill, but he might not... and either way, he wasn't likely to get away with the family home or anyone's college tuition.\n\n\"It would be a simple thing to claim the bulk of his liquid assets. He entrusted me with limited access, but I am certain that I could get the rest. Concealing it would not be too difficult,\" Lorelei added from within the closet.\n\nAlex blanched. Did she seriously want him to take this dead guy's dirty money? Was that what they came for?\n\nThen the dead man coughed.\n\nAlex jumped back in shock. \"Lori?\" Raymond rasped. His eyes fluttered open, tracking little but clearly showing signs of life.\n\n\"Holy shit!\"\n\nRaymond gasped, winced, and looked around weakly. \"Who... who are you? Oh, God, you have to help me. I can't get up. That bitch...\"\n\nAlex just looked at him in amazement." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You've been lying here like this since Monday?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What?\" the other man croaked. \"Look... I can't walk. You gotta call an ambulance for me.\"\n\nAgain, Lorelei stepped out of the walk-in closet. She was now dressed in designer jeans that looked painted onto her and a shimmering silver top under a matching blazer. Alex would have stared under almost any other circumstance. At the moment, though, he was simply too stunned.\n\nRaymond's face twisted in an immediate rush of conflicting emotions. \"Oh, God, Lori,\" he babbled. \"Why did you... what...?\" Raymond babbled, then winced in pain. \"Fuck, it hurts so bad. You hurt me so bad.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I apologize, master,\" Lorelei said coolly to Alex." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Include exactly 2 instance(s) of the word 'could'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I had thought this would be done by now.\"\n\n\"Master? What?\" Raymond blinked. \"Who the hell is this kid, Lori?\"\n\n\"He is more of a man than you have ever been at any point in your misspent life.\"\n\n\"Have you been lying here since Monday night?\" Alex repeated firmly.\n\n\"Yes! Yeah, God,\" Raymond spat. \"Something's wrong with my hips. Stuff feels broken. Grinding. All I could reach was this water. Can't get to my phone. I called off the maid so Lori and I could... oh God. You gotta call me an ambulance.\" His voice rose barely over a whisper. Desperation was the only thing giving him lucidity. \"I thought I was going to die.\"\n\nLorelei turned to Alex and put a gentle hand on his shoulder." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Master, this is something I should finish,\" she told him gently." }, { "from": "system", "value": "<<USAGE LIMIT>>: 'raymond' must be used 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alex and Raymond both realized that she already had a pillow in her other hand. Neither of them had any illusions about what she meant to do with it.\n\n\"No,\" Raymond pleaded.\n\n\"Wait, wait,\" Alex said.\n\n\"It was his fate.\"\n\n\"Stop. Stop for just a minute.\" The shock of Raymond's sudden awakening and the seriousness in Lorelei's eyes had Alex unsettled, to say the least.\n\n\"Man, don't let her—\"\n\n\"Shut up!\" Alex snapped. He ran his hands through his hair, turning away with his eyes wide. Then he turned around to face them both." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Lorelei, what happens when he dies?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "You must use the word 'standards' exactly 2 times in your response" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She just shrugged. \"His soul descends into Hell.\"\n\n\"No, I mean the money. All that money.\"\n\n\"As I said, we can claim it if you wish. I was uncertain how you would feel about it, given your personal standards.\"\n\n\"Huh, you're damn right I've got standards,\" Alex huffed. \"No, I don't want it. That's fucked up. It's not mine. But what's gonna happen to it when he's found dead?\" Alex shifted his attention to Raymond. \"How much do you have in the bank?\"\n\n\"I can get twenty million easily,\" Raymond said. \"You can have all of it, just call an ambulance and don't—\"\n\n\"Shut the fuck up! Just answer the questions, alright?\" Alex was agitated, more afraid than intimidating, but Raymond wasn't in any condition to sort that out." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're a finance guy. You've got a will, right? Something? What happens to your money when you die?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Raymond's lower lip quivered." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He looked between the shaking youth and the deadly, cold seductress standing over him. \"I don't... I never gave a shit,\" he explained. \"I've got a sister. My mom. I guess they'll get some after the state sorts it out.\"\n\nAlex's jaw dropped. \"You guess? You do finance for a living and you don't make out a will?! Jesus,\" he fumed. He looked at Lorelei, whose face was set in stone cold resolve. \"And all your investors?\" Alex pressed, fighting to calm down. He was not far from screaming, both from rage and from feeling the enormous pressure of the moment. \"You live it up 'til you die and they just stay fucked?\"\n\nFor a moment, it looked as if Raymond might try to talk his way through this. His lips twisted, eyes glancing around frantically as he tried to come up with something clever to say." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's it, right?\" Alex asked Lorelei." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Make sure to seamlessly include 'It wasn't a scam, the market just—' in your answer" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He just dies and nothing gets fixed?\"\n\n\"My purpose here was punishment for his crimes, not restitution. That is not in my—\"\n\n\"Nature, right,\" Alex said, cutting her off. He tugged nervously at his hair, looking back down at Raymond. \"How many investors did you have in your scam?\"\n\n\"It wasn't a scam, the market just—\"\n\nLorelei's hand shot out at Raymond's throat. She pulled him up just far enough to demonstrate that she could do much worse. Even this was agonizingly painful on his hips. \"Do not lie to him, worm,\" she hissed fiercely. Then she let him go." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Raymond collapsed back into the bed, overcome with fear of the raven-haired demon." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alex took a deep breath. He had to think. \"How many investors? You were smart enough to pull this shit off. You had to have kept track of the details. How many accounts were there? You've got files, right?\"\n\nRaymond looked only at the intimidating woman towering over him. \"I-I didn't... I was worried about being subpoenaed. Search warrants.\"\n\n\"So you didn't keep anything at all? Not even just in case you had to cut a deal to save your ass later down the line?\"\n\n\"Answer him,\" Lorelei ordered.\n\n\"It's in a safety deposit box under a false name,\" Raymond conceded. \"The media played it up to sound worse than it was, but I did... I bilked about fourteen thousand investors out of everything.\"\n\n\"How much are you worth?\"\n\nRaymond blinked. \"That's not an exact thing.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I know. You're a rich fucker, I'm sure most of it's in stocks and stuff. Give me a conservative ballpark figure, and don't bullshit me. How much are you worth if it means buying your life? Selling everything off, whether it came from this scam or legit stuff.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Alex had learned just enough in a couple of economics classes to know that it was all very complicated, and that the rich didn't operate like ordinary people." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I could... I don't know...\" Raymond thought frantically. \"I could work up between eighty and maybe ninety million depending on how things sold.\"\n\n\"You said you could do twenty easily. Someone with that kind of money could have way more of a house than this. Isn't that a lot in liquid cash?\"\n\n\"Not for someone who wants to be ready to flee the country on short notice and still live in comfort,\" Lorelei noted.\n\nAlex put his hands over his face, trying to think past Raymond's whimpering and labored breathing. Eighty million dollars, fourteen thousand accounts... It didn't divide out to a whole lot in the end. Better than nothing, for sure, but there had to be more. \"That's from fourteen thousand people? Where's the rest of it?\"\n\n\"I'm dying here! I can't put together a PowerPoint right now.\"\n\n\"Fucking humor me, asshole!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Alex spat, still more desperate than angry." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word count directive: Use 'going' exactly 4 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The fact that Raymond was the one whose life was on the line did nothing to assuage Alex's fear. He'd never felt so much pressure.\n\nRaymond made an exasperated noise. \"Some of it went to big bonuses for people who helped me... most of it was corporate profits. I can't draw it all out here.\"\n\n\"But you could draw it all out for the Feds, right?\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"You're going to turn yourself in, Ray,\" Alex growled, stepping closer to the bed. \"When you get to the hospital, you're going to get on the phone with whoever you've got to and start selling off every fucking thing you own to give as much back to your investors as you possibly can. Even if that's only a few grand for each of them, it's still more than they've got now, right?\n\n\"And while you're doing that, you're going to call up the FBI and confess everything to them. You're going to connect all the dots and you will do your god damned best to make sure as much money as possible goes back to the people you fucked.\"\n\nLorelei watched without betraying emotion, but Alex didn't look at her. His eyes were fixed on Raymond, who breathed heavier in both fear and hope." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're going to call for help for me?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes,\" Alex said, \"and you aren't going to say a god damn thing about us being here. Make up whatever shit you've got to. I don't care. But I'm going to read in the papers starting fucking tomorrow about your amazing change of heart. And if I don't, you're dead. Got me?\"\n\nRaymond nodded weakly, and couldn't help but glance up nervously at Lorelei. \"I have already done this to you,\" she said. \"I can and will find you and end you in any way he wishes.\"\n\n\"Sure as hell won't be as fun as the way you almost died,\" Alex added. \"Where's the phone?\"\n\n\"It's in my pants,\" Raymond winced. \"Please hurry. I've probably got an infection.\"\n\nAlex grabbed the trousers at his feet and threw them onto the foot of the bed without thinking about it. He found a dried stain of... something along the front.\n\n\"Master,\" Lorelei said, her voice showing her first visible emotion besides anger since she came into the room. Her expression had softened somewhat, altered by some mixture of guilt, sympathy and perhaps embarrassment." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Let me do this.\"\n\n\"It's fine,\" Alex said, shaking his head. He checked the pockets and found the cell phone. \"Do we have everything you need here? I don't want to flip out, but this shouldn't wait and I don't want anything from this piece of shit. Not his money, not his toys. Nothing.\"\n\n\"I came primarily for what is in my purse. There is also a car in the garage that belongs to me. It was not purchased with his money. I believe you would approve if I explained,\" she added slowly.\n\n\"It's fine. Nothing else? Lots of incriminating evidence.\"\n\n\"It will never be traced to me.\"\n\nAlex nodded, and then stopped himself from touching the cell phone. He tossed the pants at Raymond. \"Call for help yourself. I don't want to worry about fingerprints.\" He waited until Raymond dug out the phone on his own." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Let's get out of here,\" he told Lorelei." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Raymond dialed frantically. He watched as the hottest thing he'd ever scored in his charmed, ruthless life collected a beat-up leather jacket and old sweats from off the floor. She followed this holier-than-thou kid she called \"master,\" of all things, out of his room and out of his life.\n\nEverything below his navel radiated in five kinds of awful pain. He fearfully hoped she was out of his life forever.\n\nFive minutes later, Alex and Lorelei stood up the street between her parked car and his motorcycle. They watched as a fire truck and an ambulance arrived, firefighters rushing up the steps to get inside.\n\n\"Lorelei,\" Alex finally said, as the firefighters looked for a way into the house, \"are you okay? I should've... I should've asked before now.\"\n\n\"You have nothing to apologize for, Alex,\" Lorelei said. Her arms were crossed over her chest. She seemed lonely and cold. If anyone should apologize, it is me. I should have told you what to expect. I regret that you were put through this. I should have...\"\n\nHe waved it off. \"I pushed you, and I didn't ask for an explanation. It's not your fault.\"\n\nHer gaze fell to the pavement." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I might have volunteered an explanation.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Why didn't you?\" he asked, placing a hand on her shoulder." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Remember to mention: \"I was. What you did in there, I... I would not have thought of that. I have never seriously considered such things. The victims of my prey were never my concern. I do not know if I feel appeased for this, or merely that I am satisfied that you are satisfied.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She reached for it without looking at him.\n\n\"Affection is not an emotion I am accustomed to. Compassion is even more alien. I am not sure I recognize it in myself, or know how to follow it.\"\n\n\"You were made to punish people,\" Alex said.\n\n\"I was. What you did in there, I... I would not have thought of that. I have never seriously considered such things. The victims of my prey were never my concern. I do not know if I feel appeased for this, or merely that I am satisfied that you are satisfied.\" She looked to him and shrugged. \"You are a good person, Alex. I am not.\"\n\n\"Do you want to be?\"\n\n\"I don't know,\" she answered honestly. \"I have never found cruelty or malice especially thrilling, but I cannot remember experiencing angst over it, either. I feel as if I...\" Her voice trailed off until she shook her head. \"It is difficult to know what I truly want for myself when I feel such a strong desire to please you.\"\n\n\"What I want is to make you happy. As much as I can.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I know, Alex,\" she nodded softly." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Make sure to seamlessly include 'Yeah, but is someone going to come after us?' in your answer" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They watched the paramedic crew break out their gurney and start hustling it up the steps. \"You have done a very good thing here. All that I was interested in out of Raymond Cordingly was another soul bound for Hell.\"\n\nHe couldn't tell if that was a confession or simply an observation, but he squeezed her shoulder comfortingly anyway. Then his eyes widened. \"Oh my God,\" he blinked. \"Lorelei, is that—is that going to be a problem? I mean did I just cheat some demon?\"\n\n\"That depends on your definitions of cheating and fairness,\" Lorelei said, her voice stronger with the shift in topic. \"Hell would see it that way, but only because that would work to its advantage. The Hosts would think differently.\"\n\n\"Yeah, but is someone going to come after us?\"\n\nLorelei just shrugged, eliciting a groan from Alex in response. She turned to look at him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Would that knowledge have changed your actions?\"\n\n\"What do you mean?\"\n\n\"Cordingly's victims will likely get some measure of their life's savings back. Other thieves who escaped scrutiny may now face punishment. Cordingly may even make good on his life with this second chance and find redemption. It is unlikely, but possible. Nothing in my experience with you suggests that you would have turned from the chance for all that because you might incur someone's displeasure, regardless of who or what they may be.\"\n\nAlex considered this, staring absently at the house. \"I guess maybe you're right.\"\n\n\"I am,\" she said. \"You are a brave man, Alex. My feelings for you may be conflicted in many ways, but that is something about you that I adore without reservation.\"\n\nHe blushed, but resisted the urge to hide or turn away. \"Still. I should have thought of you before putting you in the middle of it if there is a problem.\"\n\n\"I would have done as you wished regardless.\"\n\n\"Lorelei. You're my friend. I don't want to do anything to hurt you or put you at risk. If I'm about to, you need to tell me. Okay?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 12 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"As you wish,\" she smiled quietly. \"Master.\"\n\nHe grinned back at her, blushing again and unable to help it. Alex looked her up and down. \"You look great in that outfit,\" he said.\n\n\"I am glad that it pleases you. There were clothes of a different sort in the house that may have also pleased you greatly, but I would just as soon burn everything that I wore for that man.\"\n\n\"Well, as long as we can replace it. You, um... appear to have a lot of money.\" He glanced at the hardtop Lexus convertible behind them.\n\n\"Enough. What is mine is quite literally yours. If you are my friend, you will not be shy about that,\" she grinned. \"I suggest that we take the car to go shopping rather than your motorcycle. There are side streets where we can park it where it will not be bothered.\"\n\n\"It's too bad it isn't warmer. Putting the top down might be fun.\"\n\nLorelei's grin shifted as she stepped in closer to Alex and put a hand on his groin. \"I can keep you warm easily enough,\" she smiled." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Write 7 sentences sentences in the style of Elliot Kay spawning from what the user wrote. Note: Characters and worldbuilding may appear mid-story." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "J'Von, Tony and Mike were wandering the terraces of Pacific Place when they spotted their prey leaving the store alone.\n\n\"We gonna go get her?\" Mike asked.\n\n\"What, right here in the middle of the mall?\" Tony frowned. \"This is a rich people's mall. Cops'll be on us like flies on shit if we screw up.\"\n\n\"He's right,\" J'Von nodded, \"but we ought'a let her go, anyway. Think I saw her boy still there in the store. She'll come back.\"\n\n\"So what? You wanna wait?\"\n\n\"If that bitch really did do Damon, she gotta be, like, mob or some shit,\" J'Von thought aloud." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "The user will write a segment from a longer work then you need to write around eight sentences continuing directly from it. Try to mimic the style of Elliot Kay in the Paranormal Fantasy, Erotica genre. Note that characters may appear without introduction." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lorelei found him at a table alone. He'd probably had guests earlier, but they were long gone. The demon sat alone in his cheap suit in front of a broad spread of food and a rising stack of now-empty plates. A waiter passed by and looked on with obvious disgust, but only behind the demon's back.\n\nHe looked up as she entered. He was good-looking, at least in this guise. His body was a touch on the bulky side, creating a jolly image. Disarming. He could charm, and would have to be good at that, but he wasn't made to seduce." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At least, he didn't seduce with flesh. He chewed and grunted in acknowledgment while he dabbed at his mouth and goatee with a cloth napkin.\n\nHeat and fierce, smoky winds wafted off of him, not that mortals could notice. Approaching through his mystic wards was like trying to walk casually through a sandstorm. She had to look calm, though. Make it seem easy. Too much depended on it.\n\n\"Hello,\" the succubus said, sauntering over to the table." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I thought I sensed someone up here, but I'm afraid I don't know what name you prefer.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Rob,\" he responded when he could. He gestured for her to take a seat opposite him. \"Robert Gorge. I thought I felt another presence here. You're Lorelei, aren't you?\"\n\n\"I am,\" she nodded.\n\n\"You look like you've seen better days, honey.\" She heard no sympathy in that voice, but expected nothing of the sort.\n\n\"I have. I am on the mend,\" she conceded, running one hand through her hair. That was the truth." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The raw, straightforward fucking three floors down healed and revitalized her all at once." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lorelei could virtually feel what Audrey felt, and enjoyed it almost as much, but outwardly the succubus presented natural serenity. Lorelei watched \"Rob\" break a crab leg open and draw out the meat with practiced ease. He'd obviously had a great many. She felt no less self-indulgent at that moment.\n\n\"As they say,\" Lorelei shrugged, \"you should see the other guys.\"\n\n\"Hah! If they look worse than what they did to you,\" Rob grunted, waving an empty crab leg shell at her, \"then yeah, I'd like to see that.\"\n\n\"What is left of them,\" Lorelei said dismissively. \"I do not know if my attackers operated alone or as someone's agents. Nothing remained to interrogate. I don't suppose you would know the lay of the land here?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Rob chewed thoughtfully. \"I'm the first person you've asked? We kinda work for different companies.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "🎯 Target word: 'lorelei' | Required occurrences: 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I've always had a bit of an independent streak. Reporting back every little bump and bruise isn't my style.\"\n\n\"Hunh,\" grunted the other demon. The ethereal sandstorm intensified along with his scrutiny.\n\nDon't hold back, Alex, she thought. A week ago, Lorelei could have handled this without trouble, but she wasn't remotely at her best now. That exhilarating feeling of Alex's pleasure bolstered her ability to resist.\n\nRob used much more than simple wordplay to evaluate his visitor. Lorelei had to put up a strong front, both to remain inscrutable and to stand her ground." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The strength drawn from Alex's indulgence made all the difference. Still, Lorelei was a succubus without wings or horns or tail. Any demon could see that. Rob could see the scars that Alex did not. She'd have to play it all off like it didn't hurt as badly as it did.\n\nIt never helped to look weak in front of Hell's own.\n\n\"I thought you were one of Belial's,\" Rob said. \"How much hassle would it be to go straight to him?\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "help write? five sentences more, same character context, Paranormal Fantasy, Erotica genre thx" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh god yesyes,\" Audrey whimpered into Alex's ear." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Both arms stayed wrapped around his shoulders as they kept grinding." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She had given in entirely to him, only barely trying to help with their shared motion." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Audrey had brought him in here as the seductress, as the experienced older woman, and now virtually all her composure was gone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alex didn't stop. He was too close himself, and her admissions in his ear only turned him on more. She'd feel wondrously worn out later.\n\nLater. He'd be with Lorelei later, too. For now, he was more than happy to stay with Audrey, who would have him utterly dazzled were it not for the succubus... but that succubus set this up. She'd be all over him later, or he'd be all over her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When he and Audrey were done.\n\nShe let out another grateful sigh. \"Now I see what your girlfriend meant about you.\"\n\nIn that moment, with Audrey intimately wrapped around him and moaning her pleasures into his ear, Alex stopped worrying. Lorelei wanted this for him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She practically engineered it with a smile." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 3 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Audrey wanted it, too, for all her own reasons. For just a moment, he allowed himself a selfish thought: When he was done with this lay, there was another waiting. His life could be like this for a very long time." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Write 7 sentences sentences in the style of Elliot Kay spawning from what the user wrote. Note: Characters and worldbuilding may appear mid-story." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Taylor was ready to kill that bitch." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Audrey made a show of getting along with everyone, but she screwed most of the girls in the store one way or another." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She'd replaced the old manager a year ago, tossed out a schedule that had been made to accommodate everyone, gave out crappy evaluations..." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word usage target: 'friends' must be used 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "... and was now almost certainly screwing the sweetest guy Taylor knew.\n\nOkay, that may have been an exaggeration. But Alex had always been unfailingly nice to her. He was easily one of her best friends not two years ago—maybe not the closest, but he was always solid. She knew how much he liked her, knew he wanted to be more than friends. She couldn't not know. That was why she'd never let him in closer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was cute and all. Smart. Funny." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Not as sexy as he was now, though—and when the hell did that happen?\n\nGood God, he was hot. She was getting jittery just thinking about it. But in high school, there was Alex, and there were other guys, and then there was Gabriel...\n\n... Gabriel. There was a thought. She'd been so thrilled when he got the basketball scholarship that got him into UW and kept them together. Taylor wondered what her high school sweetheart was up to now, and with whom." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He had a habit of being stupid while she was at work.\n\nWork used to be more fun. Then Audrey showed up. Two minutes with Alex was all Taylor would need to explain that Audrey wasn't someone he wanted to fool around with. He would believe her. He deserved better than that bitch. He could do much better now, apparently." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Fuck this. And fuck her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Guys, I'm gonna be off the floor for a few minutes,\" Taylor said over the headset." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She strode back past the dressing rooms—pausing only to confirm the soft but highly incriminating noises from #3, and thank God nobody was using the other two—and then retrieved her iPhone from her purse in the break room. She adjusted the settings on the phone and then walked back out into the dressing room hallway.\n\nNo one else was there. The music kept bumping. So, it appeared, did the occupants of dressing room three.\n\nShe hesitated, but only for a moment. This was Alex. He would forgive her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Taylor held her camera over the top of the door, snapped a picture, and then another one. Then she did the same from the bottom edge. Then she checked the pictures. Best to make sure she had some evidence before she committed to the rest—and wow, was that evidence.\n\nShe never thought she'd be jealous to see Alex clutching another woman's ass.\n\nThe dressing room doors were taller than most, and locked from the inside. But if someone had a partially misspent youth, as Taylor had, popping the locks open with a credit card wasn't too much of a trick." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Grinning evilly, Taylor leaned up against the doorframe and took a nice, casual picture of the dirty action in front of her. This time, she used the flash.\n\n\"Huh?\" Alex grunted.\n\n\"What the—?!\" Audrey yelped. She turned, still straddling Alex, and blurted out, \"Taylor?!\"\n\nTaylor snapped another picture. She caught enough of Audrey's face to provide solid evidence." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Audrey, your lunch break is over,\" Taylor said confidently, \"and you're needed on the floor. I can take over helping with this customer before I clock out for the night.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You—what the hell do you think you're doing!?\" Audrey got off of her shocked, mortified partner and grabbed her skirt off the floor.\n\n\"I think I'm filing my request for a shift change so you and I don't have to work together anymore. At least until one of us gets a transfer to another store.\"\n\nAudrey wasted no time in getting her skirt back on. \"You think this is a good idea? You can't do anything with those pictures. They'll fire both of us!\"\n\n\"Oh noes. I might get fired from my part-time retail job while I'm going to college.\" The two stared at one another for a moment, and then Taylor gestured toward the hallway." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Shut up and get the fuck out, Audrey.\" Taylor watched as her store manager fled, leaving her panties and Alex behind, and then closed and locked the door.\n\n\"Wow,\" she leered at Alex, \"when did you go all pimp daddy?\"\n\nAlex stayed in the chair, his pants pulled back up but not fastened. He kept his crotch covered mainly with his hands and the bottom of his shirt. \"Taylor, um, I can... uh...\"\n\nShe bit the corner of her lip, still grinning at him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Okay, I totally can't explain this.\"\n\nTaylor stepped closer. \"You don't owe me an explanation,\" she said, her voice dropping, \"but I should probably thank you for giving me the chance to deal with that bitch.\" She tossed the phone aside on a corner shelf, then ran her hand through Alex's hair.\n\nAlex's heart threatened to beat its way right through his sternum. Taylor's eyes projected nothing but hunger. \"Oh my God,\" he mumbled.\n\n\"God's not here,\" Taylor whispered, \"but I am. Still friends, right?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "His mouth parted as if to say something, but no words came out. She kissed it." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I should've done this a long time ago,\" she said, reaching down to pull his shirt and hands away from his groin." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Task: The user will write a bit then you need to write around one sentence continuing directly from the user's text. Note: Characters may be introduced as if already known - maintain any existing context or treat as new if unclear.\n\nGenre: Paranormal Fantasy, Erotica" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It wasn't like Taylor didn't know how Alex got partly undressed, or aroused, or what he had done about it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She knew exactly why his skin was slick with sweat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Amazingly, she didn't care." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the back of her mind, she knew this was insane, but it was suddenly easy to dismiss the details." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She devoured his lips and tongue with another kiss." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She couldn't get enough of him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Alex's longtime crush wrapped her now bare legs around his hips, doing everything she could to have as much of him inside her as possible as she sank down onto him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Taylor felt every bit as good as Alex had ever dreamed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But it had always only ever been dreams." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This wasn't just sex." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He cared about her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He had always cared about her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Taylor, this is... I don't...\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Sshhh,\" Taylor said, putting a finger over his mouth as she continued to gyrate against him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We both know we both want this right now. It's just right now.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't want to just use you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She giggled softly. \"You're not using me. We're friends. Very close friends. I don't expect anything more. We're not being any naughtier than you were just two minutes ago.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm not, no. What about you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're the one here supposedly shopping for your alleged girlfriend.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her breath shook a little as she spoke, adding an odd, involuntary whine here and there in her voice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The stiff flesh within her clearly had an effect on her speech." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Won't she be mad if she finds out?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"She'll know. She engineered that,\" Alex said, nodding toward Audrey's exit." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"My 'girlfriend' will think this is hot.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Wow. Kinky. Never would've figured you for a relationship like that,\" she smiled into his lips." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Just keep it to yourselves.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What about you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Mmmmh. Well. If you see my Facebook blow up tomorrow, it's been a long time coming and it isn't about you at all. Don't jump into it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You know I've always been crazy about you,\" Alex said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I think everybody knew.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Grinding slowly against him, Taylor nodded." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Are you okay if this isn't more than it is?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's something.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yeah, but... mnh... I have things to... sort out.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Still friends?\" Alex didn't feel disappointed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He still cared, but he was also over her now." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His feelings just weren't what they were in high school anymore." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Taylor nodded. \"I might want a booty call now and again, if that's okay.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'd like that a lot.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His hands gently roamed underneath her shirt." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She had always found Alex adorable, but never realized just what he could deliver. \"Definitely a booty call now and again,\" Taylor groaned." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Narrative Continuation Protocol:\nQuantity: 2 sentences\nStyle: Elliot Kay\nGenre: Paranormal Fantasy, Erotica\nContext: Part of larger work" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Rob remained in his seat, but he wanted to get up and run. The succubus had him cornered on his own turf." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It didn't matter that she looked so beat to shit; that predator's grin said it all. She could tear him limb from limb and scatter him so far and wide that it would take years to get himself back together." }, { "from": "human", "value": "After that, his masters would punish him for getting into such a predicament in the first place." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What had changed so suddenly? Maybe she had just been putting on an act?" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Were the scars all illusory?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Could this all have been some ploy to lure him into conversation rather than immediate fight and flight?\n\n\"Whom do you serve?\" Lorelei smiled." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He blinked. Perhaps that would ward her off?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Azazel,\" he said bravely. \"Lot of us here, not that you'd see us all coming.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well, it's smart for you boys and girls to stick to the shadows,\" the succubus said patronizingly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Wouldn't want to get stepped on by the bigger players. On that note—is there anyone else here I would recognize?\"\n\n\"Lydia's here,\" Rob began hesitantly, \"and Harrow.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "One eyebrow rose up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Lydia and Harrow? Together?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't know. I don't know why they're here. It's not like Baal ever showed an interest in this city. She only turned up recently. They've both approached me for material aid, which I gave, but that's about it. And I told them I'd keep it quiet.\"\n\n\"Good job on that,\" Lorelei remarked dryly. \"Who else?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Not too many of the others show themselves.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I am also curious of those who would fall in between. The interesting ones.\"\n\nRob fumed. He didn't like being bullied." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What do I get for all this? You said you would bargain?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She smiled again, and he stared at that smile. That mouth is made to be stuffed full of dick, he thought... but not his dick." }, { "from": "human", "value": "That would definitely not be happening. Fucking dammit." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lorelei glanced down at the table." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'll pick up your whole tab here.\"\n\n\"This is an all-you-can-eat buffet!\" Rob protested." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"So don't hold back,\" she said, gesturing at the buffet counters." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Arrogant fucking cunt, Rob fumed silently. It galled him that this only made him want her more, but even demons sometimes wanted what they couldn't have." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Others?\" she asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He sighed. \"About as many vampires in this town as you would expect.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lorelei made a disdainful face, as if he'd farted right in front of her. \"They count as interesting?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Well, I guess not,\" Rob had to concede." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He pondered a moment. \"Woods are full of all sorts of critters, but they keep to themselves. There's, um... there are some Believers and Practitioners around here who do a little more than just pose and dabble...\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "help write? five sentences more, same character context, Paranormal Fantasy, Erotica genre thx" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It dawned on Alex that if he and Taylor got into a car with these guys, one or both of them were probably going to die. This was kidnapping. None of these guys had concealed their faces. One of them had even referred to the other two by name, so now Alex knew that they were J'Von, Mike and the White Guy.\n\nThey walked quietly through the parking garage. Shoppers on their way out zoomed through the garage one by one, none of them looking like they had a care in the world." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Some drove a bit too fast." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Gonna fuckin' hit somebody, asshole,\" Mike grumbled as he jumped out of the way of a Mustang." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Don't try nothin' stupid,\" J'Von warned the two hostages." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's not you we want, anyway.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What do you want?\" Taylor asked.\n\n\"Shut up,\" J'Von shot back. \"Boy, where's your car at?\"\n\n\"It's over there,\" Tony said before Alex could speak. He apparently had a good eye for cars." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Alex tried to think, fighting a rising panic." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If they got into that car, they were dead." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He couldn't accept that. Not for himself. Definitely not for Taylor.\n\nAlex had been in a mild scuffle or two in his life. He'd learned to punch from friends who genuinely knew how to fight, but that hardly amounted to proficiency. He was generally smart enough to stay out of trouble—at least until this week." }, { "from": "system", "value": "<<USAGE LIMIT>>: 'didn't' must be used 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Now his head didn't seem like it'd be enough to get him out of this.\n\nAll he could think of was something Drew had said to him, that day they both got suspended for the only real fight he'd been in before this week. It had erupted in P.E. years ago when a couple of boys had made Oreo jokes about Drew. Alex didn't leave his friend to face them alone, but he wasn't much good in the ensuing brawl." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Outside the principal's office, Drew said, \"You wanna fight right, you gotta be meaner than the other guy. Don't matter if it's ugly. Losing is uglier. You don't know what's gonna happen if you lose.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alex heard another car moving too fast up the winding parking garage. \"Taylor,\" he said softly, \"I need my hand back.\" She let go.\n\nHe had no interest in seeing what they might do to Taylor. He'd just have to be meaner than they were.\n\nOne second, everything was going fine for J'Von and his crew." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In the next, Mike had suddenly been shoved right in front of an SUV." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He bounced off the hood, tumbled to the SUV's side and down to the pavement as it passed by with its brakes squealing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Inexperienced at these things, Alex hesitated to see if it Mike would get up." }, { "from": "human", "value": "J'Von didn't, and planted a right cross squarely into the side of Alex's jaw." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Alex staggered, bounced off the parked car next to him, and realized that he might've done something smarter than this." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Taylor yelped and jumped out of the way." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh, shit!\" Tony blurted." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He didn't know whether to check on Mike or back up J'Von. He decided on the latter, only to have Taylor trip him from behind.\n\nIn true Seattle form, the driver of the SUV took off rather than check on his victim.\n\nAlex recovered and launched himself at J'Von but came up empty. He recovered quickly from that, too, and even blocked the first retaliatory punches J'Von threw." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He didn't block the elbow, though, or the knee in the stomach." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Alex clutched at him, grabbed at his face, and pushed his thumb in the bigger man's eye." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tony tugged Taylor to the ground, following up with a solid punch to the gut. He left her winded on the pavement, jumping in to help J'Von just as Alex's foot came up squarely into J'Von's groin.\n\nTony got in a good shot at Alex's kidney. Alex gasped, turned, and blocked another low blow. He swung an uppercut that Tony dodged entirely." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This was bad. \"Slow,\" Tony taunted.\n\nAlex threw a half-kick, half-stomp at the side of Tony's knee. Something about the impact sounded very unpleasant; Tony went down wailing. \"Gimp,\" Alex retorted.\n\nHe spun to face J'Von, who was still bent over, but now had his gun out, carelessly pointed toward Taylor. Alex jumped in the way, hoping to grab the weapon." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your response should contain the word 'caught' precisely 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "J'Von fired four times, wincing in pain, from only a couple yards away. Poor aim and stress sent three of his bullets wide as he squeezed too hard on his gun. The first bullet, though, caught Alex midway up his chest, just under his shirt pocket.\n\nOnly just now on her feet, Taylor screamed. Tony caught her pant leg before she could move to Alex." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She tripped and fell, hitting her head on the pavement." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The world spun around Alex. He staggered sideways, twisted and fell back onto the side of Lorelei's car. Then he slid down, sitting up against the door.\n\nJ'Von moved between the Lexus and the car next to it to stand over Alex. \"Told you not to do anything stupid,\" he said, leaning in enough to spit the words in Alex's face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Half delirious, Alex's eyes wandered up at the shadow over him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His hands sought to grab onto something, anything. J'Von wasn't worried about it; he was angry, and he wanted this fool's last moments to be full of weakness and fear.\n\nInstead, a thought drifted through Alex's fuzzy mind. Something about needing to be meaner than the other guy. He seized that thought, hung onto it for dear life... just like he grabbed the looming shadow by the collar, yanking backward with everything he could." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Off-balance and surprised, J'Von's head crashed through the passenger side window of the Lexus." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Another shot rang out from J'Von's gun, this one striking nothing but pavement. Taylor yelped. Mike groaned. Tony lurched to his feet, pulling his gun. J'Von had always, always told Tony not to pull a piece unless J'Von told him, but this seemed to qualify. He grunted out something about having J'Von's back." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then Tony was face-to-face with a beautiful blonde in a simple white dress. \"Huh?\" he blinked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The angel's open hand came down on his face at a high angle. Her slap hit him like a brick. His whole body crumpled to the floor in the blink of an eye. Taylor saw it, but couldn't believe it.\n\nRachel turned to Alex and J'Von as the bigger man extracted himself from the car window." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Blood covered his scalp. He turned his gun on Alex again, but Rachel snatched it from his hand before he could pull the trigger.\n\n\"Lie down, asshole,\" Rachel ordered him.\n\n\"The fuck?\" J'Von blinked.\n\nRachel swung the pistol up against his bloody forehead, knocking him out cold." }, { "from": "human", "value": "On her feet now, Taylor rounded the parked car blocking her view to see Rachel crouch down over Alex." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Is he okay?\" she asked, very close to tears.\n\nRachel touched the wound with her fingers. \"He will be,\" she said. Alex looked up in her eyes blearily, feeling things move inside his chest. He was pretty sure that whatever was going on in there was not good at all; he felt gurgly and could barely catch his breath." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But then that all faded, and instead he was just sharply sore right where her fingers touched." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The world stopped blurring and spinning." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It hurt, but he could breathe again.\n\n\"It's a miracle that the bullet just glanced off your rib like that,\" Rachel smiled at him softly. \"You could have had a collapsed lung. Or worse.\"\n\n\"Alex?\" Taylor asked.\n\n\"I'm alright,\" Alex mumbled. \"I think.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're a bit beaten up, but that gunshot could've been much uglier,\" Rachel nodded. She looked to Taylor. \"That other idiot over there probably has a gun, too. Maybe in his waistband. Could you check on him before he recovers? Don't bother being nice about it,\" she warned.\n\nTaylor swallowed and nodded. She hurried over to Mike, shoved him onto his back and patted him down until she found the gun." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He groaned loudly but didn't put up a fight.\n\nRachel pulled Alex to his feet. \"That was ballsy,\" she said. \"I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner.\"\n\n\"What kept you?\" he huffed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No wings,\" Rachel shrugged with a slightly guilty smile." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I had to run all the way from your mother's house. I didn't realize you weren't there until two minutes ago.\"\n\n\"You ran all the way across town in two minutes?\"\n\n\"It's not that big a town.\"\n\n\"Huh. Maybe I should've just waited for you.\"\n\n\"No. You did the right thing. There are sometimes limits to my ability to intervene. I don't know how else this might have turned out. Who is this?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word restriction: Use 'taylor' 2 time(s) only" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "she asked as Taylor returned.\n\n\"Oh. Taylor's, um, a friend from high school. Wow, this hurts.\"\n\n\"I would imagine,\" Rachel nodded. \"Hello, Taylor. You won't remember much about me soon. Sorry for that.\"\n\n\"Um. Hi?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The angel nodded, surveyed the scene around her with her hands on her hips, and took a deep, calming breath... and then stopped. She took another long breath, slowly turning to Alex. \"That... smell,\" she mumbled.\n\n\"Huh?\" Alex asked. Taylor was perplexed as well." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You smell,\" Rachel said, her voice wavering." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I smell? Oh, no, not this again...\"\n\n\"You smell like...\" Rachel inhaled deeply once more, eyes fluttering with arousal. \"You smell like charity and justice and... mercy...\" she inhaled again. \"Self-sacrifice and... and... sex!\"\n\nTaylor looked on in awe as Rachel practically tackled him, kissing him ravenously." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She would undoubtedly remember this clearly.\n\nAlex hardly even stayed on the same plane of existence as everyone else in that moment. An angel—his angel—was kissing him. Every pain and worry fell away while her lips met his.\n\nThe moment was more than a little awkward for Taylor." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They practically glowed. But then, anyone would be beautiful in that woman's arms. Alex seemed to have been taken by surprise, but then swept away. Everything in the parking garage went quiet.\n\nExcept, of course, for the groans from Mike and Tony. Taylor blinked. She looked over to Tony and kicked his gun under a minivan, then kicked him in the head. \"Asshole,\" she grunted." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A car drove up from the lower level and stopped." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hey, are these guys okay?\" the older woman inside asked.\n\n\"No!\" Taylor said urgently, \"Call the cops! Please!\"\n\nThe woman blinked, finding the scene of sprawled-out men and two people making out a bit odd. Still, she pulled back a few yards and put her car in park, then grabbed her phone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alex wasn't sure what ended the kiss, but the first thing that registered for him besides the overwhelming beauty of the angel in his arms was the sharp click of heels rapidly approaching.\n\nLorelei. She was here. Rachel's eyes went wide. She slipped out of her embrace with Alex. His chest, his backside, and the rest of him felt terrible again." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The only pain that didn't return was the crunchy feeling in his jaw.\n\nThe succubus reached out to touch Alex's arm, but she looked warily at the angel.\n\n\"Where the fuck were you?\" Rachel shot at her.\n\nLorelei scowled. \"I had given him some space. Had I known that you were sleeping on the job, I might not have been so careless.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Frequency requirement: 'least' - 2 occurrence(s)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Sleeping?! You bitch!\"\n\n\"Ladies! Please! Can we just... can you just be a little patient with each other? Huh? Maybe at least try to be nice?\" Alex held his hand over his bloody chest, then winced and realized perhaps that wasn't the best idea. \"It would mean a lot to me if you two could bury the hatchet, at least just a little.\"\n\nRachel's face conveyed a twist of emotions." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His request appalled her, but at the same time the fact that he had to ask filled her with guilt." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Alex, I'm sorry,\" Rachel blinked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't mean to make this hard on you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lorelei was much more calm and collected." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I saw the two of you kiss. I can feel his desire for you. You are lovely together. I'm certain we could all come to an arrangement,\" she suggested." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Rachel looked at her in shock, but Lorelei merely shrugged. \"Believe it or not, what I want most of all is Alex's safety and happiness. You seem able to provide some measure of both. Sharing him would not bother me.\"\n\nAlex turned to Lorelei, dumbfounded, while Rachel's mind seemed to go through an emergency reboot. Lorelei's steamy offer hung in the air without any pretense of being anything other than it was.\n\n\"Just...\" Rachel blinked. \"Just keep him out of trouble and fuck him like he deserves!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "she shot back at Lorelei, and then spun and walked away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As before, she was out of sight in mere seconds." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That is the strangest angel I have ever met,\" Lorelei murmured.\n\n\"Do they all talk like that?\" Alex asked.\n\n\"Not a one,\" Lorelei shook her head. Sirens began to echo through the parking garage. \"I should be able to keep this from getting out of hand,\" Lorelei thought aloud." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She looked to Alex. \"I am terribly sorry.\"\n\nHe shook his head. \"Not your fault.\"\n\nLorelei looked at him apologetically anyway, and leaned in to kiss him softly before stepping back to let him compose himself.\n\nTaylor had watched all of this." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She had been almost entranced by the heavenly blonde, and was similarly awestruck by Lorelei—who turned to her and smiled coolly. \"You must be Taylor.\"\n\nHer jaw dropped. \"You know who I am?\"\n\n\"I know that Alex cherishes you. I'm sure that will always be so. You must be very special.\" She sounded utterly unbothered by it, perhaps even admiring." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then she turned away to meet the approaching police." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Taylor slid up next to Alex." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Which one of them is your girlfriend?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 6 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His mouth twitched as his mind searched for an explanation, but eventually he came up with nothing. \"I'm not entirely sure,\" he admitted.\n\nShe nodded, crossing her arms across her chest. Taylor looked over at Lorelei, and the battered thugs, and Alex. \"You got way cooler after high school.\"\n\nAlex frowned slightly. \"Hey, I was always this cool!\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Mode:\nCo-writing a segment of a larger work\n\nLength:\n10 sentences\n\nStyle:\nElliot Kay\nGenre:\nParanormal Fantasy, Erotica\nNote: Characters may be pre-established" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Holy shit,\" Alex said with his hands over his face as he lay in bed. \"I can't believe my mother just tucked me in. It's like I'm supposed to be eight years old again.\"\n\nLorelei kept her amusement in check. \"It's understandable. Moving is painful for you at the moment. You could have been killed. She feels the need to be a mother.\"\n\n\"Still. I knew she'd freak out about you.\" His hands fell away. He looked up at her, now standing over his bed in the relative darkness. A gibbous moon and reflected street lighting through his window provided enough light to see her.\n\n\"We could have done a number of things to mitigate this. It is not too late. I could look younger to her and others, and convince her to remember this night slightly differently. Some degree of deception is necessary, given our situation.\"\n\n\"I don't want to hide you or what you are. Or what you are to me.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Include exactly 2 instance(s) of the word 'accomplished'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lorelei smiled softly. \"What do you want, Alex?\"\n\n\"I want you. I want to be with you,\" Alex answered. \"I don't want to hide with you in my bedroom in my mom's house anymore.\"\n\n\"I had assumed that last part,\" Lorelei said. Her smile showed how pleased she was with the rest of his answer. \"We can acquire a new place for you—us—to live soon.\"\n\n\"We accomplished basically nothing we went out to do tonight,\" he grumbled.\n\n\"I am rather amazed at all that you have accomplished,\" Lorelei replied. \"Priorities often shift regardless of intentions. I am at least in possession of my finances and transportation again, along with a few other helpful things. The rest will come quickly. Alex, I am terribly sorry for what happened to you and Taylor.\"\n\n\"You've said. You don't have to apologize. I know you didn't plan all that.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I would still like to make it up to you,\" she said, slipping off her jacket." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alex grinned. \"I'm sure I'd like that. Just don't make me move my upper body.\"\n\nLorelei smiled back, dropping the jacket on his desk chair. \"Tonight you mustn't move a muscle. Just relax and let me take care of you. I think you'll find that I am quite skilled in physical therapy.\" She reached for his stereo and pressed a single button. Soft, sexy pop music began to play. \"Among my other talents,\" she added.\n\nAlex watched as she swayed and ran her hands over her body, starting from her legs and moving upward to draw is attention to every delicious curve. She had quite a few of those. She hooked a thumb under one shoulder strap of her top, pulling it free.\n\n\"You set the music up ahead of time,\" he said quietly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I had the better part of two days here to myself,\" Lorelei conceded in a hushed tone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Both shoulders were bared now." }, { "from": "human", "value": "With her arms crossed over her chest, she leaned forward to give him a teasing view." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I rather like setting up things to please you.\"\n\n\"Like Audrey?\"\n\nShe laughed, just a little. The succubus straightened, continuing her slow strip-down. \"Yes, like Audrey. Though I suspect you don't give yourself enough credit for making that happen. You're quite charming once you find your footing. I hope you know now that my designs are in line with your conscience. I know what you can and cannot accept.\" Her crossed arms rose, lifting her top up over her head to reveal a lacy purple bra that she hardly needed for support. The top fell to the floor.\n\n\"Did you know Taylor would be there?\"\n\n\"I had no idea. But I could feel your sudden desire for her. Knowing your desires as I do, I knew it could be no one else. You seemed to have handled that well.\"\n\n\"There's no way she'd have jumped me like that without whatever you did to me. I'm not sure I should be proud of myself for that.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Taylor's motivations were hers alone. She has known you for years. Your connection with me has enhanced your sex appeal, but don't underestimate your own talents. Or her independence. She knew what she was doing and why.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Partly mollified by Lorelei's argument, Alex gave a tiny shrug. \"She knew that I would tell you it happened, and was okay with that.\"\n\n\"I felt you make love with her, Alex. That is what it was, regardless of the setting. I felt it all, as if I were part of it. So much genuine affection and passion. You need not worry about me betraying your trust. I shall consider her as protected as any close to you. Your time with her was amazing.\" Her thumbs slipped under the waistband of her jeans, sliding around them to draw attention to her hips, her alluring belly, and the sexy depressions between. \"You seem to have parted on good terms despite tonight's ugliness.\"\n\n\"I'm amazed at that. She said she just wants to be friends, but she, um, seemed interested in hooking up again in the future, though.\"\n\nLorelei's eyes glittered with interest. \"Oh?\"\n\n\"If my girlfriend doesn't mind,\" Alex grinned.\n\n\"Oh, Alex,\" Lorelei said, \"I may want that even more than you.\"\n\n\"Is it that enjoyable for you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lorelei nodded. \"I have told you that your desires and pleasures empower and heal me. Hedonism aside, I derive strength from my victim's lusts, not my own,\" she winked. She continued to sway enticingly to the music as she spoke. \"But for all that... yes, it's good for me. I enjoy it quite a bit.\"\n\n\"I'm really supposed to just run wild like this? Won't that hurt a lot of people?\"\n\n\"Ordinarily, I give little concern to who gets hurt,\" Lorelei shrugged. \"My usual goal is to tempt mortals into a spiral of self-destruction. I encourage lust in my victims until they betray their friends and families in pursuit of pleasure. It eventually isolates them from those who would otherwise interfere with me. Naturally others are bruised in the process.\" She reached out to stroke her fingers across his chin. \"But I know the value you place on a clean conscience and the welfare of others. You aren't 'supposed' to do anything. Restrict yourself to me alone if that's truly what you want. I merely want you to recognize your opportunities.\"\n\nLorelei delighted in his gaze. It was plain in her smile." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What happened tonight brought great strides in my recovery,\" Lorelei said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The top button on her jeans came undone. The zipper came down. Alex caught only a hint of the purple lace underneath before she turned away, still swaying, now showing off that ass he found so mesmerizing. The jeans started to slide down, revealing purple boycut panties and flawless flesh... and something new.\n\n\"Lorelei, you...\" Alex blinked. \"You have a tail.\"\n\nShe looked over her shoulder at him with a smile. Swaying across her back from just above the crack of her ass was a long, thin, darkly-colored devil's tail. \"Others will not see it. I can always conceal it from you if you prefer. You don't seem the type to develop a fetish for tails... but I did not expect you to be bothered, either.\"\n\n\"I'm not,\" Alex said, a bit surprised to say it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm just glad to hear it's a good sign.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It is. I am more grateful than I can say.\"\n\nShe pulled the blankets away, then bent down and moved onto the bed at his feet, sliding forward along his legs. One hand moved up between his thighs, taking care specifically to move over his hardening flesh before she pulled his gym shorts down and away. She crouched down and kissed his feet, looking up to convey a provocative message with her eyes, and then began to kiss and stroke her way up his legs.\n\nHer right hand moved over his groin again, sliding around his shaft and stroking it while her left caressed around his hip and his leg. Her lips continued to trail soft kisses and licks all around. She seemed to slide along him more like a snake than a person; Lorelei didn't need to shift weight from one limb to the next, nor prop herself up on hands or elbows. Her body lay draped sensuously over Alex's bare legs, and before long her hands and mouth went to work on him.\n\n\"You're amazing,\" he told her.\n\n\"I know,\" she grinned." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 11 sentences." }, { "from": "system", "value": "can you add this somewhere in your response:\n\"You know this now. I can feel it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I can feel that in you, too.\" She licked and kissed his cock as she said, \"You will never stop lusting for me as intensely as if you had never had me. I know that you will never truly look on me without respect. Regardless of our bonds and our play, you do not see me as a slave. For all that... you have all of my loyalty.\"\n\nAlex groaned loudly in total surrender as she filled her mouth with his flesh. It was better this time than previous.\n\n\"God, I want to... I want to give back,\" he moaned.\n\n\"You are giving back,\" she said. \"You know this now. I can feel it.\"\n\n\"Still.\"\n\n\"Relax, Alex. You must mend. Time enough to toy with my body later. This helps us both.\"\n\n\"Long way to go before you recover fully, though, isn't there?\"\n\n\"Yes,\" Lorelei said. \"I don't think there will be such easy shortcuts again. We have much... work ahead.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Write 12 sentences sentences in the style of Elliot Kay spawning from what the user wrote, within the Paranormal Fantasy, Erotica genre. This is part of a longer narrative where characters and events may have prior context." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Wow! But you're okay, right?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Dana's concern and surprise was evident through the phone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Hell yes, I'm okay, Alex thought." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His right hand held the phone to his ear, but his left was in Lorelei's hair as she trailed kisses up and down his body." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Frequency requirement: 'that's' - 3 occurrence(s)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm fine. The bullet just glanced off a rib. Doctor said it was amazingly lucky. It's bruised but not snapped or anything. I'm sure I'll be fine by next Tuesday, but I'm staying in bed today and I'll probably take tomorrow afternoon off just to be safe, if that's okay.\"\n\n\"Hey, that's fine. The file room can run without you for a little bit. Wow, that's crazy,\" his office manager said. \"Well, listen, I'll let everybody know. I'm sure everyone will want to hear the whole story when you come back to work.\"\n\n\"Thanks, Dana.\"\n\n\"We'll be thinkin' about you. Take it easy.\"\n\n\"Will do. Bye.\" He folded up his phone and put it back on the nightstand. \"Wow,\" he breathed. \"This feels decadent.\"\n\n\"Hm?\"\n\n\"Calling in sick to work while you're doing that to me.\"\n\nLorelei grinned at him wickedly. \"I have not yet begun to shower you with decadence,\" she warned. She rose up on her knees, sweeping her hair back with both hands and deliberately making a show of herself to him as she retrieved her phone from her jacket." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Alex just watched her, enjoying the sight of her naked glory and her smile... which, for the first time ever, seemed just a touch self-conscious." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You're staring,\" she observed without looking up from her phone's touchscreen." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I am. I love looking at you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She tossed her hair back on the right side of her head, raising the phone to her ear." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I love being looked at by you,\" she admitted quietly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Good.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You know, just two days ago I found this sort of sweetness to be violently disgusting.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And now?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I am a demon. Hypocrisy is the least of my evils,\" she winked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Courtney, hello,\" Lorelei then said, her voice taking on a less sultry tone. \"It's Laura. How are you?\"\n\nAlex heaved himself up out of the bed. He winced a bit at the pain, but it had to be done. He thought to grab his phone as he moved out of his room to resettle on Michelle's bed. His had become a touch small for him as it was, and he'd have been grateful for Michelle's offer on that basis alone even if he didn't have someone to share it with. But he did, and he was conscious of the need for extra room regardless of Lorelei's claim that she didn't mind.\n\n\"I'm well, but I had a bit of a minor disaster last night. I hope you and your staff might help dig me out of it quickly.\" She reached out to stroke Alex from shoulder to ass as he walked by. Lorelei followed him into the other room and watched as he slowly lay back on the queen-sized bed. Then she slipped up next to him, sitting up on her knees with her calves tucked under her.\n\nTheir eyes met, confirming their mutual thought: they needed a much bigger bed of their own as soon as possible." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"My car was broken into last night. I had just come in from out of town and now I've lost all my luggage. Yes. They just smashed the passenger side window to get in. So now I have a car with a broken window and practically nothing to wear. I'd rather not wait on getting all this resolved.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Alex's hand slid over Lorelei's thighs, and then between them." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She looked down at him as his touch became increasingly bold. Her smile conveyed her approval. \"I drove to my new boyfriend's place. I'm staying there. No, no, that ended a while ago. This one's much younger but better in every way.\" She winked at Alex as he began taking greater liberties with his touch, rubbing small and gentle circles over wet flesh before pushing softly inward.\n\n\"So I need a temporary wardrobe. Four days or so? Mostly casual. Underthings and all – and I do have someone to impress. We might want to add in a party dress. Something for a night out, at least. You know, keep his eyes glued to me. But my plans are vague right now, so versatility is good.\n\n\"More importantly, do you think it's possible to send someone to pick up my car and get that window replaced? We're in the north end of Seattle. Wonderful.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Essential phrase to include: \"But you could hold up that poker face and casual tone if I asked you to? Even during sex?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her eyes fluttered a bit as Alex kept playing around, but her voice did not waver as she gave the address.\n\n\"Yes, absolutely I'll wait.\" She tapped a button on the phone, and almost instantly her eyes rolled back into her head and she moaned loudly, rising and falling a bit on her knees.\n\n\"Wow,\" Alex smiled.\n\n\"Thank you,\" she replied, her free hand touching the wrist that reached between her legs. \"You are so good to me.\"\n\nHis eyes narrowed suspiciously. \"So are you faking now or are you faking on the phone?\"\n\nLorelei shook her head, eyes still fluttering. \"I would not deceive you in this.\"\n\n\"But you could hold up that poker face and casual tone if I asked you to? Even during sex?\"\n\n\"I could, if you asked it of me. If it pleases you. But inside I swear I would still be on fire.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That could be kinda kinky.\"\n\nShe moaned again, and then Courtney's voice returned on the phone. Lorelei tapped the screen and raised it to her ear. \"Yes, Courtney? You can? Wonderful. You're a lifesaver. Just have whoever comes for the car give me a call when he arrives, I'll bring him the keys. Oh, and I know I am asking for a lot here, but... yes, I expected you would say as much. Could whoever comes for the car possibly bring breakfast for two? Nothing fancy. Coffee shop fare would be lovely. Wonderful. Thank you so much.\" Her thumb cut the line, and then the phone simply fell from her hands as that calm eloquence was replaced by nonsensical vocalizations of pleasure and gratitude.\n\n\"They're gonna bring us breakfast and come get your car?\" Alex asked. \"Who does that?\"\n\nLorelei could barely open her eyes. \"People who work for... work for the wealthy.\" She let out a whimper. \"They are paid well for it.\"\n\n\"So... How long until they come for the car?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She said... perhaps... oh... an hour and... perhaps half again?\"\n\n\"Good,\" Alex grinned, pulling her closer. \"Then I've got time to pay you back for earlier this morning. Kneel over me so I can taste you.\"\n\nA shiver of delight ran through her. She crawled into position to kneel over his face, straddling his head. She gasped with pleasure at the first touch of his tongue against her pussy.\n\n\"No giving back,\" he said. \"Just enjoy. Don't resist,\" he said with a maddeningly warm, adoring voice.\n\nHe teased and nibbled at her inner thighs at first, but she didn't need any warming up. His lips met hers, drawing from her a great moan and forcing her to fight to keep her eyes open. She stared down at him, panting and shuddering uncontrollably at his kiss. His hands slid up her body, roaming over her ass and hips and reaching up to claim her breasts." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She brought her hands over his, encouraging him to hold her possessively." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Spasms began to rock his demon partner's body. Alex didn't let up. His eyes often opened to drink in the sight of her looming above him. There was no sensation better for any of the senses than Lorelei in climax.\n\nShe was pleasured out of her mind when he did this. Lorelei panted and screamed and sang out orgasm after orgasm. Her heart pounded in her chest. This was so much better than the first time, and even that had laid waste to her composure. Fragments of thoughts and feelings flew through her mind and her heart, all of them things that were supposed to be unknown to the fiends of Hell...\n\n... but there they were.\n\nIt wasn't time. It wasn't rational. But she would have confessed her every emotion if only her mouth could form coherent words." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Instead, she let go and enjoyed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ninety-two minutes later, when her phone finally rang, Alex grabbed it first and said, \"Ssshhh.\" His panting partner looked down at him deliriously as he opened the phone and smiled, \"Hi, are you here for the car? She'll be out in just a couple minutes. Thanks.\" Then he put the phone aside.\n\nLorelei's eyes went wide. Alex just smiled softly. His hands caressed her body in soothing strokes. \"I just wanted to give you a moment or two to cool down,\" he smiled.\n\nShe did cool down, at least on the surface. Lorelei paused for a shuddering breath or two, shifted around to kiss him briefly, then got up to grab a towel from the bathroom. Alex stretched out on the bed again, feeling pleased with himself as she went downstairs. He heard the door open. A polite exchange of words followed before the door was shut again." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Mode:\nCo-writing a segment of a larger work\n\nLength:\n10 sentences\n\nStyle:\nElliot Kay\nGenre:\nParanormal Fantasy, Erotica\nNote: Characters may be pre-established" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Stripped of his tail and wings, and with his horns smashed off of his head, Rob gave the guys no further trouble. He lay crumpled on the floor, his hands duct-taped behind his back. They fitted Rob with Jason's noise-canceling headphones. Tool blasted into the demon's ears at max volume so Alex could breathlessly summarize his situation with Lorelei and Rachel.\n\n\"If she's your guardian angel, why didn't she show up?\" Jason asked.\n\n\"She can't see me when I'm with Lorelei. Maybe she can't see me with this guy so close by, either.\"\n\n\"So what do we do?\" Wade asked. \"Ah mean, we can't just smoke this fucker, can we?\"\n\n\"Wow, man,\" Drew blinked. \"That's harsh.\"\n\nIt reminded them all how far Wade had been from home." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yeah, but have we got another option?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't know how we can,\" Alex shrugged. \"Lorelei says if she takes a tumble off my bike it's not that big a deal. This whole thing with cutting off his tail and wings hurts him more 'cause it's symbolic than because it's an actual injury if I understand right.\"\n\n\"Can't you call Lorelei and ask her what to do?\" Jason offered.\n\n\"I can't,\" Alex said, scratching his head in embarrassment. \"I would've already, but I don't have her cell phone number.\"\n\n\"What about the angel chick?\"\n\n\"What am I gonna do, walk away from here with a cardboard sign saying, 'Rachel, I need you,' and hope I get far enough for her to see me while you guys stay here with this douchebag?\"\n\nAs he spoke, Rob groaned. He had just slipped the headphones half off against the floor. \"I know what you're thinking. Go ahead and kill me, it won't matter,\" he said, spitting out blood." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Shoot me, run me over, drop me off a bridge. Soon as my spirit gets back to Hell, I'll tell everyone. Everyone. See how much peace and quiet you and that bitch get after that.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "At some point in your response, insert this verbatim: \"Just gotta find a place that's actually devout.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh, well, now y'all're just goading us, asshole,\" Wade huffed. He looked to Alex. \"Can't we take him to a priest and exorcise him or some shit?\"\n\nRob laughed bitterly, but then stopped when Alex said, \"Lorelei said holy ground is bad for demons.\" Everyone noticed Rob's sudden attempt at not reacting. \"Just gotta find a place that's actually devout.\"\n\n\"What happens there, Robbie?\" Drew asked. Rob didn't answer. \"Nothin' good, looks like. So where do we go?\"\n\n\"Does it matter what religion?\" Jason asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't think so,\" Alex said, shaking his head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I think it's more about the faith than the religion or whatever.\"\n\n\"You'll never find a church pure enough in this town,\" Rob hissed.\n\n\"No reason not to try,\" Wade said. \"Can't bring him in my truck, though. We'll get pulled over for sure if y'all ride in the back.\"\n\n\"My car won't work, either,\" Jason frowned.\n\nDrew promptly put his knee into the small of Rob's back and began patting him down. He pulled out a wallet and keys. \"This looks like an SUV.\"\n\nWade took charge from there. He had everyone pull off their belts to put together restraints, then got the dismembered parts of Rob collected into a trash bag." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He scrounged up disposable latex gloves from the kitchen and got everyone to wear a pair." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Together, they hauled the battered and wounded demon to the front of the pool hall, unlocked the door, and drug him out to the only SUV in the parking lot.\n\nJason took the driver's seat with Wade riding shotgun. After folding up the back seats, Drew and Alex pushed Rob to the floor and took up spots on either side of him.\n\nAs Jason hit the ignition, the Escalade's stereo blared:\n\n\"Sweeeeet Caroline!\"\n\n(bam bam baaammm!!)\n\n\"Good times never seemed so good!\n\n\"I've been inclined\n\n\"To believe they never would!\"\n\nJason quickly found the stereo controls and shut it off." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Four pairs of shocked, horrified eyes looked down at the demon on the floor." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 3 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Tell me that was just a radio station,\" Drew managed.\n\n\"No,\" Jason breathed in fright. \"That's a playlist. Neil Diamond is devil music.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "help write? five sentences more, same character context, Paranormal Fantasy, Erotica genre thx" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Rachel's breathing grew heavy and deep as she fought to keep her eyes on the stars. She didn't know why she would just stand still like this. She felt vulnerable before a woman whom she could bounce down the street like a basketball. One hundred eighty-eight.\n\n\"I have seen your eyes upon me, Rachel,\" Lorelei whispered to her closely. She stood behind the angel, a few inches taller and seemingly older despite the marked disparity in power." }, { "from": "system", "value": "You must use the word 'rachel's' exactly 3 times in your response" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"The three of us are bound together. Alex and I have found such joy in that bond. Such intimacy.\" Lorelei's quiet, seductive voice at Rachel's ear was joined by fingers that gently combed through Rachel's scalp just past her temples, pulling wet hair over her shoulder. The angel closed her eyes and shuddered.\n\n\"There is no reason why you should not share in that joy,\" came slow, soft words directly into Rachel's ear. \"I no longer serve Hell. I serve Alex. I do whatever I can to make him happy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "You yearn to do so as well." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We need not be enemies... we could become very close. I promise you that would make Alex happy, too.\n\n\"But first you must explore your feelings for him,\" Lorelei finished. \"With him.\"\n\nLorelei's lips were dangerously close to Rachel's neck. The angel murmured something." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What was that?\" the succubus asked.\n\n\"One hundred eighty-nine,\" Rachel hissed.\n\n\"You might consider other things you might do with me,\" Lorelei suggested softly.\n\n\"Ffffourty-three,\" Rachel let slip.\n\nLorelei smiled. \"And with Alex,\" she added." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Rachel nodded, almost in a trance, but then her eyes snapped open." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 1 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I can't see him!\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Task: The user will write a bit then you need to write around one sentence continuing directly from the user's text. Note: Characters may be introduced as if already known - maintain any existing context or treat as new if unclear.\n\nGenre: Paranormal Fantasy, Erotica" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We can open tonight on schedule,\" Ahmed said proudly as he hung up the phone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No one was told not to come in to work. He just sent everyone home early last night. Mr. Gorge promised full night's pay for last night, though. With bonus to make up for lost tips.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That's not a problem,\" Lorelei replied." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She closed up the financial statements and turned to a catalog for pool tables and furniture." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't believe replacing what was damaged will be too expensive. Would you be willing to handle that part of things, Ahmed?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Of course,\" he nodded, but frowned at the pool table." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"These can cost a good deal, though. You cannot just have it fixed easy.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No, but we could have a new one delivered by tonight.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Ahmed considered his words carefully." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There were a couple of suppliers in the area, but immediate delivery on call would be an expensive proposition." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We can go one night without this table. Just cover it and list it as out of order.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We could,\" Lorelei nodded." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her phone hummed. It would be Alex, of course." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She enjoyed the steady excitement of whatever flirtations he was engaged in, but at this point she doubted anything would be consummated." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was probably calling to be picked up..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "... or, as it happened, texting her to say, \"Surprise date w/Onyx. Not sure to where. Tell me if it's inconvenient. I'll fix it.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Mindful of her company, Lorelei neither smiled broadly nor laughed out loud as she might have done otherwise." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Instead, she allowed herself a small grin as she reached into her purse." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lorelei pulled out the wrapped stack of cash that the guys had left forgotten on the floor and passed it to Ahmed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That should cover the pool table and the other damaged items along with delivery costs,\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As she spoke she texted Alex: \"Don't worry about me. Enjoy. Take as long as you like. I wish you luck.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Shock was plain on Ahmed's face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lorelei looked up at him with a shrug." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Mr. Gorge knew there would be changeover expenses. Have the pool table and the broken chairs replaced. File the receipts. Then take a thousand for yourself as a re-hire bonus and spread the rest around evenly to those who stay on.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His shock doubled. \"So much? It is very generous!\"\n\n\"I have learned, lately, the value and importance of rewarding loyalty.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "The user will write a segment from a longer work then you need to write around eight sentences continuing directly from it. Try to mimic the style of Elliot Kay in the Paranormal Fantasy, Erotica genre. Note that characters may appear without introduction." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They decided they were pals before getting even halfway through a fast-food lunch." }, { "from": "human", "value": "They talked of music and books and school and the craziness of new adulthood." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They caught on to one another's wit and intelligence. Every legitimate excuse to touch one another, if entirely chastely, was exploited.\n\nShe was not quite two years older than him and didn't seem to think it made any real difference. Alex sensed that much from her voice and her laughter. For all Onyx's black garb and appreciation for things creepy and morose, for all the introversion she displayed for the world at large, she was very much alive and vibrant.\n\nOpen, unabashed excitement at this new connection steadily overcame them both.\n\n\"Gimme your left hand.\" She hardly waited for it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She just pulled it up to her eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Onyx sat in the driver's seat of her old, used car outside of a Dick's Drive-In with Alex beside her. \"Relax it. Like this.\"\n\n\"Are you reading my palm?\" Alex blinked.\n\n\"Yeah. Seriously, relax it,\" Onyx grinned.\n\n\"I thought it was the dominant hand?\"\n\n\"Only if you don't know what you're doing.\" Her eyes glittered with interest.\n\n\"You a big believer in this?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Mandatory inclusion (with quotes): So am I the Chosen One?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I believe in lots. Laugh if you want.\"\n\n\"Oh, I'm not one to judge lately,\" Alex smirked. He chewed on his burger while she looked his palm over. \"Anything interesting?\"\n\n\"Yeah. Your lines are all weird. 'kay, now gimme your other hand,\" she said. Her brow furrowed as she looked at it.\n\n\"So am I the Chosen One?\"\n\nOnyx laughed. \"I don't know. Do you believe in fate?\"\n\n\"No. Nobody's 'chosen' for anything. You happen to be in one situation or another and you make your decisions based on who you are. Maybe you're the right person for that situation, maybe you're not. Hopefully you do the right thing for the world and you move on from there.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He watched her. \"Why are you grinning like that?\"\n\n\"I knew I liked you,\" she answered. She let him have his hands back. \"I think you've got a whole mess on your palm lines from a past life or something.\" She didn't sound serious.\n\n\"Never thought about that. What were you in your last life?\"\n\n\"Last life was only a few years ago. I was a cheerleader.\"\n\n\"Bullshit,\" Alex laughed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No, seriously. First couple years of high school. I busted my ass to fit in. Then I sort of found myself and gave up on the social scene. I started hanging out with the wrong crowd and went off the deep end,\" she explained with a sarcastically ominous tone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Spent a lot of time in the counselor's office after that, but at least I felt like I was being honest with myself.\"\n\n\"Wow. I'd pay to see those cheerleading squad photos.\"\n\n\"You'll have to pay a lot,\" she grinned. \"What about you? What'd you do?\"\n\n\"Swim team. I was okay at it. I guess it was good for me, but I only joined because of a girl.\"\n\n\"Ah,\" she nodded. \"How'd that work out for you, Flipper?\"\n\nAlex just snorted. That was all she needed to hear about that.\n\n\"So you don't have a girlfriend, do you?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Required text (preserve exact wording): \"Kind of in the same boat,\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Onyx asked casually. Trepidation crept into her voice, but only if one listened for it.\n\nAlex swallowed, hoping this didn't blow things. Or sound completely pretentious. Or slimy. \"I'm sort of seeing someone,\" he said with a casual tone to match Onyx's, \"but it's really new and it's not exclusive. We've talked about it a couple of times to make sure we're all clear on that.\" Holy shit, I sound like a philandering creep, he thought.\n\nHe needn't have worried. \"Kind of in the same boat,\" she admitted, but didn't try so hard to sound casual anymore. She seemed to be staring." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What, you're a philandering creep, too?\" Alex asked.\n\nOnyx burst out laughing. \"No!\" she said. \"I mean I'm not in anything exclusive.\"\n\n\"I feel totally weird even saying it,\" Alex shrugged. \"I used to wonder if I was bad for even having a crush on more than one girl at the same time.\"\n\nShe chewed on a fry thoughtfully. \"I think I'm supposed to tell you that you should just date only one person if that's what makes you comfortable.\" He nodded, but then she said, \"Except I think if that's your situation, you should blow off all those worries and enjoy yourself. What happens, happens.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He blinked. \"Really?\"\n\n\"I might have selfish ulterior motives behind that opinion.\"\n\nHe didn't miss the hint, but wanted to know more before he went further. \"What's that boat you're in look like?\"\n\n\"Keep it to yourself?\"\n\n\"I don't hide things from who I'm seeing, but past that, sure.\"\n\nShe nodded. \"Fair enough.\" Then she took a deep breath." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm mainly into girls. I'm in a relationship that's pretty serious. But she doesn't want to tie me down and she knows I sometimes like guys, too, when they aren't jerks. She just doesn't want me being stolen from her.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Alex smiled. \"I can appreciate that.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So I can't date someone who's looking for something exclusive and super serious.\"\n\n\"That would make it complicated, yeah.\"\n\n\"I haven't actually, um, taken advantage of my freedom yet,\" she said. Alex nodded, saying nothing. She added, \"It also means I can't exactly take boys home with me.\"\n\n\"You live with your girlfriend?\" Alex asked. She nodded, still looking at him. She was nervous. It showed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But she was gutsy, too, and that was fully on display." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 9 sentences." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Find a natural way to mention that What I'm saying is sitting here in my car is going to get old, but we can't go back to my place." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I should point out,\" he ventured after summoning up his courage, \"that I am a guy, and not a jerk. I'm not looking for anything exclusive. And I like you a lot.\"\n\n\"I can tell,\" she grinned. \"I like you, too.\" They were silent, looking at one another for a long moment before she finally said, \"What I'm saying is sitting here in my car is going to get old, but we can't go back to my place.\"\n\n\"We could go to mine. I'm one of those dorks who lives at home with his mom, though.\"\n\n\"Whatever. You're a year out of high school. I'm only living away from home by virtue of luck and having someone else to lean on.\"\n\n\"Point being, we could have my place to ourselves for at least a few hours.\"\n\nHer bright blue eyes drifted away from him. She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly and heavily, and then turned the car on." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "expand on the story like Elliot Kay would. btw might have existing characters/lore" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yes, we'll be happy to make an appraisal,\" said the older gentleman." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He pulled out measuring tools and placed them on the counter. A dozen diamonds sat on the small felt bag in front of him, professionally cut and gleaming under the shop's lights.\n\n\"Ah,\" he stopped, wanting to head off any disappointments, \"you understand that as a reseller, what we would provide as an appraisal isn't necessarily what we offer in exchange? I can tell you a reasonable fair market value, but we can only buy at rates below that.\"\n\nLorelei smiled and nodded patiently." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I understand. I'll have to hear out your estimate, but I believe cash in hand will likely win out over a long search for a buyer.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The old jeweler smiled. \"Understood. Is there, ahem, documentation with these pieces?\"\n\nThe succubus leaned in a bit closer, looking at him with the earnest, innocent eyes of several millennia of manipulation and deceit. \"Would that be absolutely required? We found these in storage. I've simply no idea where the paperwork might be found.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "His cheeks and bald forehead reddened." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh, no, Miss, not a requirement. Not necessarily. I'm sure we could, ah, work around that.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He pushed a finger under his collar to give his neck a bit of room." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It just might, as you say, affect the... ah... total appraisal a bit is all.\"\n\nLorelei nodded. She felt a building desire and clear sense of anticipation. Wherever Alex was, it was only getting better. \"I understand,\" she said, deliberately keeping the tremble from her voice. It was difficult not to ask the man to hurry." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "expand on the story like Elliot Kay would. btw might have existing characters/lore" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Fifteen minutes and a few miles later, Alex showed Onyx into his home. She looked around curiously. \"Nice place,\" she observed.\n\n\"Wasn't always like this,\" he said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I can remember thinking food stamps were pretty neat. Mom's come a long way.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You and your mom are close?\"\n\n\"Yeah. She doesn't treat me like a kid much. Unless she's freaked out, I guess.\"\n\n\"Must be nice to have a cool parent,\" Onyx mused, but plainly wasn't thinking much on it.\n\nFor once, Alex felt confident in his interpretation of body language." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He leaned in and kissed her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She kissed back, pulling him toward her until he pushed her back up against the door. Onyx tugged at his shirt, her face turned up into his while his hands softly trailed down her curly black hair to the small of her back.\n\nInstinct warned him to be gentle with her. Her kiss and her body felt delicate and needful yet with an innocence that seemed completely out of place with everything he'd learned of her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Onyx had a girlfriend." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lived with her. Things were serious. She was a little older at a time in life when even a little could mean a lot. Her image was a carefully constructed blend of dark, foreboding colors and mysterious allure. She had to know how pretty and sexy she was." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Had to be much more worldly than him, even after this last crazy week." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Yet if she had told him as they kissed that she had never been with anyone else before this, he'd have believed her.\n\nThat kiss lasted a long time. They embraced closely but softly up against the door, cuddling as much as anything. Both of them released a breath pregnant with tension and excitement." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I've wanted to do that since the first time I saw you,\" Alex murmured.\n\nOnyx's eyes glittered up at him. \"This is special.\"\n\n\"Yeah.\"\n\nShe inhaled, being bold once again. Onyx said, ever so quietly, \"Don't take me to a couch if we're just going to wind up moving to your bed.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Mode:\nCo-writing\nContext: Match existing character familiarity or establish new\nLength:\n11 sentences\nGenre:\nParanormal Fantasy, Erotica" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh God,\" Onyx moaned with a smile, \"I don't know if I can do this anymore.\" She'd lost track of how many times he'd gotten her off, and time in general. If this went on further, she'd probably lose track of her identity.\n\n\"You okay?\" Alex asked. He kissed her cheeks, her forehead, her neck.\n\n\"Hell yes,\" Onyx grinned. \"I feel amazing. You're amazing. You'd better not be a one-time-only kind of guy, mister.\"\n\n\"No way,\" Alex huffed. \"You're not even entirely naked yet.\"\n\nHer grin became sly. \"We'll have to save that for next time, then.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Deal.\"\n\n\"Much as I don't want you to go anywhere,\" she said, \"I need some water.\"\n\n\"Oh! Sure. I'll get it.\" He pulled away and got off the bed. After a two-second detour to the bathroom he came back with a towel for her. \"Don't know if you'd like this or not,\" he said a bit shyly before heading back out of the room.\n\nOnyx blinked. She hadn't expected him to be that thoughtful. Not after all that exercise. She rose up from the bed as he walked out, using the towel only momentarily but wanting to look at him again as he headed down the stairs.\n\nShe liked the way he looked, especially to the spiritual sight that she'd learned as the first lessons of her Practice. His aura revealed compassion and humility and purity of spirit." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There were black marks, too; everyone had those. Yet by and large his were small, most of them even insignificant. He had the bright, vibrant aura of a genuinely good person.\n\nOnyx smiled at him as he headed down the stairs, and as she looked for things unseen by ordinary people, she saw something meant to go unseen by anyone.\n\nShe was tall and dark-haired and beautiful. Gorgeous enough to make Onyx feel plain... except for the twin scars on her head, just below her hairline. The woman smiled as Alex came down the stairs toward her, saying nothing to him but watching as if he'd seen her. He didn't stop on his way to the kitchen, but she followed with a smile on her face.\n\nShe had a tail. Onyx saw it stretching insubstantially through the woman's short business skirt, swaying with a relaxed air. Onyx wasn't supposed to see the woman at all." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She was sure of that." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 4 sentences." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Include 'woman' 3 time(s) in your answer - no more, no less" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But moreover, only a Practicioner of magic could have ever seen that tail unless the woman willed it so.\n\nOnyx knew that wasn't just a woman down there. She jerked back away from the staircase before the woman looked up. Her mind racing, Onyx rushed back into the bedroom, quickly gathered her clothes, and then locked herself in the bathroom." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Write 7 sentences sentences in the style of Elliot Kay spawning from what the user wrote. Note: Characters and worldbuilding may appear mid-story." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Ensure 'again' appears 2 time(s) in your answer" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was the simplest, most basic of purification spells. If she'd been subjected to something serious, it probably wouldn't work. But she had to try something immediately. First aid, if nothing else. For that, she always carried a vial of sea salt in her purse.\n\nOnyx brushed a small pinch of salt across her forehead and threw it into the sink with the faucet running. She did so again with salt across her heart, then again just below her belly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She murmured the words, trying to keep her voice down.\n\nWith this done, she looked in the mirror. She didn't feel any different. Her body was still riding high on the rapture of her afternoon, but this revelation threw her mind and her heart for a loop. If anything had been altered about her, if she had been manipulated through some supernatural means, it went beyond her ability to break right now. That, or she hadn't been affected at all. One or the other." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His aura shone with benevolence and life, but there was an invisible woman with a devil's tail connected to him somehow." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She didn't want to leave him here. It wasn't right. She had to get him away from her—from that—and make sure he was okay. Unless, somehow, he was part of this, and everything about him was a deception beyond her means to detect...\n\nStop. That doesn't make sense, she told herself. That he could fake his aura was a pretty big stretch to begin with. Everything about him and his home stated flatly that he knew nothing of any Practice she could name. Further, if he could run that tight a charade, or if that woman could, then she shouldn't have been visible to Onyx at all." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Whatever was going on had begun well before Onyx got here." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was hale and hearty. Illness or fatigue would have shown in his aura. Any drain in his soul would have been visible as well. This was bad, but it wasn't an emergency. At least, not for him.\n\nOnyx looked in the mirror. She had another minute or so before her absence became suspicious." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She could already hear him coming up the stairs." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Rummaging around in her purse, Onyx pulled out a tiny pill bottle filled with snapdragon petals. Murmured words in Greek and Hebrew mingled with English as she placed a petal under her tongue. She hoped the universe wouldn't hold this one spell against her. Deception was not a pleasant way to go and tended to incur a threefold payback, but all she wanted was a smooth and inconspicuous exit. Lying wasn't high on her list of social skills. She needed this boost of guile. Onyx rolled the petal up from under her tongue, swallowed it, and took a deep breath before opening the door." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She kept a pinch of salt at the ready in her right hand." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hey,\" she said softly, finding him sitting on his bed again. He offered her a glass of water, which she accepted with her left hand. She drank it down with hardly a pause.\n\n\"You're dressed,\" he observed. She heard some slight disappointment there, but he didn't want to guilt trip or push her. That much was obvious.\n\n\"Yeah. I hadn't realized the time. I need to go. Got places to be soon.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "A lie. Not a big one, and arguably only a half-truth, but not the way she wanted to handle things. Then again, she didn't want a demon in his house, either.\n\n\"You're sure? I haven't made you uncomfortable or anything, have I?\" His concern was plain. It only made her melt a little bit more inside.\n\n\"It's not you. It's nothing bad,\" she lied again. Looking at him like this, trying not to think of what they'd just done for one another and seeing that he could clearly perform yet again made leaving difficult." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Part of her wanted to ignore what she'd seen and stay in his bed even longer.\n\nBut she couldn't. That was unthinkable now, at least until she had a chance to cleanse and to think. Onyx looked at him, then pulled him close and kissed him. Her right hand slipped behind his head and let the salt fall into his hair. She broke off the kiss, leaning her forehead onto his, murmuring something very softly.\n\n\"What's that?\" Alex whispered.\n\n\"Nothing. Just that I like you. I don't want you to feel like I'm running away from you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"If you say that's not what you're doing, I'll take your word for it,\" he offered." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Your task: Include \"I've kind of got plans. Party tomorrow night but I think it's all people you don't know. And I'm, um... well, like I said, there's someone...\" somewhere in your response" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She smiled a bit. \"What are you doing this weekend?\"\n\n\"I've kind of got plans. Party tomorrow night but I think it's all people you don't know. And I'm, um... well, like I said, there's someone...\"\n\nOnyx nodded. \"Yeah. Me, too. It's fine. I just wanted to know if it's okay to call you if I've got the chance. No promises,\" she added. \"And no getting sad if I don't call. Just means I couldn't, not that I didn't want to.\"\n\n\"Of course. Call me anytime,\" Alex agreed. He grabbed a scrap of paper from his desk and wrote his phone number and email on it, then handed it to her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Okay, I've got to get out of here, or I'm gonna wind up jumping you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That's bad?\" he grinned.\n\n\"Don't,\" she grinned back, gripping one of his shoulders firmly. \"Don't tempt me. You have no idea how easy that would be for you, so I need to trust you not to. Please.\"\n\nAlex nodded. \"I'd rather be your friend than your bed buddy. But I'd much rather be both,\" he added only half jokingly.\n\n\"Thank you. For this. Today. Everything.\" She got up.\n\n\"I should walk you to your car,\" Alex said.\n\nOnyx laughed and shoved him back onto the bed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Not like that you can't. I've gotta run. I'll be in touch. Seriously. See you later, Alex.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She headed out of the room and down the stairs.\n\nAt the door, a hand reached out and softly covered hers. She was sure she wasn't supposed to see it, but she was on her guard now. The touch was electric, almost paralyzing and delicious all at once. Trying to maintain her façade of unawareness, Onyx paused.\n\n\"He wants you,\" a sensuous woman's voice whispered directly into her ear, setting Onyx's desires on fire all over again. \"He wanted you from the moment he first saw you, and will want you again. You can trust him. You're safe with Alex.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "With that, the hand slipped away." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 8 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Onyx shuddered, then opened the door and went outside with all deliberate speed.\n\nLorelei smiled as the young woman left. She sauntered up the stairs, feeling her master's desire for her. The succubus expected to find him sitting or laying on his bed. Instead, he waited for her at the doorway. Lorelei yelped happily as he yanked her close, kissing her wantonly and pushing her up against the wall.\n\nShe slid one bare leg up along his, her skirt hiking up invitingly as she moved. They had a lot of catching up to do." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "help write? five sentences more, same character context, Paranormal Fantasy, Erotica genre thx" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Warts and All\n\n\"Molly! Molly Molly Molly!\"\n\nShe hadn't even turned off the rattling engine of her car yet. It probably had a bent whatever from hitting a bump too fast, but the last thing she had money for was an uncomfortable noise. Yet the uncomfortable noise coming from just outside her car annoyed her even more." }, { "from": "human", "value": "At least settling it wouldn't cost her any money." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She stepped out onto the grass next to the curb and forced herself to smile wearily at the neighbor-child." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hi, Chrissy,\" she sighed. \"What's up?\"\n\nHad this been an adult with some sense of tact, Molly never would have asked. Chrissy, however, would tell her regardless. \"Tigger's up in a tree and won't come down and I can't get him and I'm gonna be late for dinner and I'm gonna be in trouble for letting him out!\"\n\n\"Oh no. Not that,\" Molly said dryly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You've gotta help me!\"\n\nMolly tugged her backpack out of the car and locked it—as if anyone would steal it. \"Chrissy, Tigger got himself up there, right? And he always comes back to your apartment, right?\"\n\n\"Yeah, but he's up in a tree and can't come down!\"\n\n\"Did you know that in the history of the world no cat has ever starved to death in a tree?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Chrissy's little eyes expanded." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You mean Tigger's gonna be the first!? Oh no!\"\n\n\"Where is he?\" Molly grumbled. Chrissy grabbed Molly's hand and tugged her along through the row of apartments stacked on top of one another to the small courtyard. As she walked, Molly thought once again how much of a terrible mistake it had been to tell the kids in the complex last 4th of July that she was fluent in cat. And dog. And snake." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Especially snake, but at least nobody in the complex actually had one, so she wouldn't likely be called upon to prove it.\n\nIt was also clear to her that she should never, ever be drunk in front of children again. She had let her guard down, and now none of the kids in the complex feared her intimidating manner or spiked jewelry.\n\nThey found Tigger high in the branches of a maple tree. The calico cat sat upright, complaining loudly about his predicament to anyone within earshot." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What the hell were you thinking?\" Molly asked the cat. He meowed back plaintively, to which she said, \"You've got no business going after squirrels. You're a housecat. That won't work out as well for you as you want to believe.\"\n\n\"You've gotta speak cat, Molly!\"\n\n\"Chrissy, that's not how it works. I'm not going to meow at him. He understands me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She looked up at the cat. \"Don't you, Tigger?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "His tail flicked irritably in response." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Okay. I've got to go inside. I'm tired and hungry and we're not going to play around with this. Climb down here.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He meowed back, and then looked away as if not listening anymore.\n\n\"Tigger, I know you're listening. I can see which way your ears are turned. Climb down.\"\n\nHe didn't reply. Molly sighed again. She dropped her backpack and held up her arms. \"Okay, jump down here. I'll catch you. But you sprout claws on me and it's your ass.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He's not gonna just jump down,\" Chrissy said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tigger leapt in defiance of Chrissy's skepticism." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The cat's aim was naturally perfect, and as he thumped into Molly's chest and shoulder she grabbed onto him gently but quickly enough to keep him from falling." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then she handed him to Chrissy." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word usage target: 'terribly' must be used 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Oh my gosh, how did you do that?!\" Chrissy exclaimed. \"You've got to teach me how! I have this problem with him all the time!\"\n\nMolly frowned. \"I don't think your mom would like that. Go home, Chrissy. I'll see you later.\" She shouldered her backpack again, thanking the universe for allowing her solid insurance against ever accidentally having children as she walked to her apartment.\n\nIt wasn't terribly big, or even terribly nice on the outside." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nothing more than a two-bedroom space underneath another two-bedroom space, with nearly-identical two-bedroom spaces on either side. They had no patio or porch, just a doorway underneath the staircase leading to the upstairs neighbor's apartment.\n\nWhat they had, however, was a cheap place to call their own with neighbors who didn't ask a lot of questions and a landlord who rarely came by unannounced.\n\nIncense wafted through the doorway as she entered, strongly enough to grab her attention. Everything was turned off." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Molly put down her backpack, secured all three locks on the door and went to the spare bedroom.\n\nOnyx knelt in the center of the wax pentagram that they had painstakingly created on the bare concrete floor after rolling up the carpet. She was stripped bare and soaking wet, chanting quietly. It would've been a serious turn-on for Molly to see her like this if the atmosphere didn't seem so grave. Candles blazed on the shelves and the window was open for ventilation, though the heavy curtain was drawn for privacy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The three buckets of rainwater they had gathered sat all around her, one of them having obviously been emptied over Onyx's head. Most of the floor was wet. Bowls of ritual components sat outside the circle.\n\nMolly knew better than to interrupt. She looked at what Onyx had included in the ritual, what she chanted, and what was pointedly missing from the shelves of supplies in the far corner of the room." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The candles hadn't been burning long at all, but they already kicked out a good deal of heat. Molly knelt outside the circle to wait this out.\n\nMinutes later—Molly would've waited much longer if it had come to it—Onyx's eyes fluttered open. Clearly, she noticed Molly right away, but she kept her concentration despite the new presence.\n\n\"Hey,\" Molly smiled softly." }, { "from": "system", "value": "/set_word_count: molly, frequency: 3" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How are you, love?\"\n\nOnyx sniffed. \"How do I look?\"\n\n\"Like you're afraid and mixed up,\" Molly said, \"but not cursed or sick. You look cleansed, except you've been on an emotional roller coaster and no cleansing ritual fixes that.\" Onyx nodded, looking at Molly with a quivering lip and moistening eyes. Molly shifted to her feet to step into the circle and gather Onyx up into her arms, ignoring the fact that she was still largely soaking wet." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Onyx clung to her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What's going on?\" Molly asked, kissing her forehead." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's Alex.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He didn't hurt you, did he?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No. No, it was... wonderful,\" Onyx said with a mournful tone. \"We hit it off. Big time. He's awesome. I... I had sex with him, Molly. It was...\" she struggled for the right word. \"Incredible.\"\n\nMolly stepped on her reactions. Onyx needed support, not badgering. \"I told you I'm okay with it. You're not worried about that, are you?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"A little.\"\n\n\"Whatever it is, we'll work it out, okay? I love you. I'm not mad. I'm... a little surprised, but I'm not mad. I told you this was fine, and I meant it.\"\n\n\"I love you, Molly. So much.\"\n\n\"I know. Tell me what's wrong.\"\n\n\"Alex has... I think he's got a demon over him.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Onyx felt her lover's body tense up. \"I saw it. Her. I was looking at his aura just before I left and I saw her. I wouldn't have seen her if I wasn't using the sight.\"\n\n\"Holy fuck,\" Molly blinked.\n\n\"Yeah. I don't think she knows I spotted her. I bullshitted my way out and pretended not to notice her whispering in my ear and I just hauled ass out of there.\"\n\n\"What'd it look like?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Onyx huffed. \"Like one of those chicks in a 'hot secretary' photo shoot, except a million times better-looking. She had a tail, though. I saw it.\"\n\n\"They're supposed to have wings and horns.\"\n\n\"I know. I didn't see wings. I think she lost her horns or something. She had scars on her forehead, like the horns were ripped out or something. Not very big, though.\"\n\n\"Fuck,\" Molly murmured again. She grabbed the towel on the supply shelf to throw it over Onyx's shoulders." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm not too cold. I'm fine. It's warm in here,\" Onyx murmured." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Molly shrugged, still holding her tight." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I didn't see anything like that in his aura.\"\n\n\"I didn't, either. It's not there. You saw his aura. He's like a textbook good guy. And it all fits with the way he acts. God, he was so nice to me. Bought lunch, didn't pressure me about anything. I don't think he expected to wind up in bed.\"\n\n\"You think he knows she's there?\"\n\nOnyx nodded. \"I'm not a hundred percent on it, but I think he sees her. He told me he just started seeing someone, but it wasn't monogamous. Explicitly. Didn't say much more than that. I think he was talking about her.\"\n\n\"Do you think maybe he's a Practitioner? Maybe he summoned her or created her? Some ritual or tradition we don't know?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Somewhere in your response, you need to say: \"He screams mundane except for that woman.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hell no,\" Onyx huffed. \"He screams mundane except for that woman.\" She paused. \"The only unusual thing about him is that he seems like an old soul. It's in the things he says and his aura. I read his palms, too. I think he's been here a bunch of times, and I don't think it's ever gone well,\" Onyx mused sadly. \"But everything about him says, 'stable, moral, kind.' Everything except for that woman. If it wasn't for her, I'd say he's someone a stranger could trust with his life, y'know?\"\n\n\"And she talked to you?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"On my way out the door, yeah. She reached out and touched my hand and whispered in my ear. She said, 'He wants you. He wanted you from the moment he first saw you, and will want you again. You can trust him. You're safe with Alex.' Really sexy and soothing, or would've been if I wasn't so freaked out.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Did that seem like a spell or something?\"\n\nOnyx shrugged. \"Something. Her touch felt kind of unnatural. Good, but weird. But... I saw her when Alex got out of bed to get me some water. That freaked me the fuck out, so I went into the bathroom and cast extra wards over myself and got dressed. She only talked to me on my way out, and by then I had my guard up.\"\n\nMolly knew Onyx well enough to know that her worries were layered, but one matter had to be addressed before the other. \"So you've warded and cleansed yourself?\"\n\n\"As much as I can here. I warded him, too. Just a quick one as I left. Subtle, y'know? He couldn't have even noticed. It'll last until sunrise for whatever good it does. But I don't feel any different. Just mixed up inside. Molly, I'm so sorry.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hey. I'm not mad. You look like you did everything right to me,\" she said, gesturing to the ritual circle and their rainwater." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"But if we want to be safe, we should try a natural setting, too.\" Onyx nodded, and Molly added, \"I don't think anything got done to you.\"\n\n\"Not anything I can see or feel, but Molly, this seems all wrong to begin with. What if this is all just beyond us? What if—\"\n\n\"Then we'll deal, okay?\" Molly broke in reassuringly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We'll deal. We're in this together. Look, let's go down to Golden Gardens tonight and run the ritual again there, alright? Nobody's gonna be down there, anyway. It'll be cold for you, and that's gonna suck, but we'll have to just tough that out. At least it's been a little warmer than usual this time of year.\" They had dealt with worse. If there was one thing the Practice had taught them both, it was self-discipline.\n\nOnyx silently agreed. She fell quiet, still very worried but also not wanting this moment to end. Molly loved her. It meant everything." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "But she had to come clean.\n\n\"There's the other thing,\" Onyx said finally.\n\nMolly twisted around to get face to face, taking Onyx's hands and looking at her directly in the eyes. Her voice was firm and assertive as well as reassuring. \"I trust you. You would never do anything to hurt me, and I know it. You ready to talk about this now?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yeah. I don't want to leave it waiting. He's... he's so great, Molly,\" Onyx admitted." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"This wasn't just casual sex. I don't think he can do that. Not with me, anyway.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yeah? You gonna leave me for him?\"\n\n\"No!\" Onyx burst. She looked at Molly pleadingly. \"I love you. If you say you never want me to see him again I'll totally—\"\n\n\"Then we're good,\" Molly assured her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Look, I'm just... your first half-ass date? Seriously? After it took us how long to get to sleeping together?\"\n\n\"I know,\" Onyx shrugged. \"I feel bad about that. Hell, I feel bad about making you wait so long, but... I don't know. You and I happened before I learned to really see people, and I was freaked out about so many other things back then. But this... we just clicked. It felt right. I don't feel bad about doing it with him so much as I feel like a jackass for rushing things compared to you.\"\n\nMolly shrugged. \"Well. Whatever. We'll deal. So don't hold anything back. Tell me.\"\n\nHer lips quivered. She wasn't sure how to say this. \"It was amazing.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Scale of one to ten?\"\n\nOnyx hesitated, but finally ventured a movie reference: \"His goes up to eleven.\"\n\nMolly's eyebrows arched. \"That good, huh? I've got a rival?\"\n\n\"You can both do things the other can't,\" Onyx explained. \"But he just... God, we went on and on. He was intense but at the same time he was so nice. I didn't... I'm not saying I didn't want to be with you, but I kinda didn't want to leave, either. If it wasn't for that woman, I would have stayed longer.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Molly laughed it off." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, ultimately you had my permission, Speedy Gonzalez. If it turns out that all this is okay, I'm fine with you seeing him again.\"\n\n\"You are? I just... it feels wrong to be so intimate with someone else.\"\n\n\"Why?\"\n\n\"Because I'm in love with you!\"\n\n\"And that's not going to change,\" Molly said solemnly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I can't put into words how sure I am of us. I'm not worried about this.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Molly rose up on her knees, kissing her softly and deeply. Onyx whimpered, running her hands through Molly's short red hair.\n\nMolly took the towel off Onyx's shoulders and held it behind her. She pushed Onyx backward to lay her out on the floor beneath them. There was only wet concrete under the towel, but all the candles had made the room warm and they often enjoyed less than comfortable spots." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm glad you had a good time,\" Molly said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I'm glad you may have made a new friend. I'm even a little jealous now.\"\n\n\"I don't want you to be jealous,\" Onyx said in a soft voice. \"I'll stop if it makes you jealous. I don't want anything to ever come between us.\"\n\n\"I didn't say I was jealous over you,\" Molly winked. She crept downward over Onyx's vulnerable body." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Molly trailed soft kisses across her collarbones. As her mouth moved lower and lower against Onyx, Molly's hands trailed behind, her arms stretched out as she drug her fingernails lightly down Onyx's flesh.\n\n\"Ooooh,\" Onyx breathed, \"you're really doing this now?\" She fumbled for the pile of her clothes in the corner. It was a rhetorical question, after all." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Onyx would need a makeshift pillow, which she prepared while the rest of her body was offered up to her partner." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She could no more turn away from this emotional reassurance than she could deny that she still felt sexually revved up by her afternoon." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I totally am,\" Molly said wickedly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I think we both need a very physical affirmation of our love right now.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're not even undressed,\" Onyx observed softly. She inhaled sharply, trembling as Molly's kisses drifted between her legs.\n\n\"I know. This'll be pretty one-sided. See how devoted I am?\" Molly winked. \"Onyx. I love you more than anything else in the world. Now shut up and let me be kinky.\"\n\nOnyx's eyes crossed and fluttered closed." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "expand on the story like Elliot Kay would. btw might have existing characters/lore" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I can't believe how lucky I am,\" Alex said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His hand brushed through Lorelei's hair as he stared into her eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "They lay intertwined on his bed. The scent of Onyx's hair conditioner still lingered on the pillows. The room dimmed as the sun began to set.\n\n\"You have gone to great lengths to earn this 'luck,'\" Lorelei replied, but Alex shook his head." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Not like this. People go their whole lives doing good deeds and risking their lives and they get nothing for it. Bad things happen to good people all the time.\"\n\n\"Bad things have already happened to you, Alex.\" She traced the scar on his chest. \"Worse may yet happen. I would note, however, that you have a habit of paying forward for your fortunes.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He rolled his eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I've been in danger a little bit this week. I got shot but immediately healed. I faced what was apparently a tiny demon and I only came out on top because my friends bailed me out.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Alex. You do not understand the magnitude of all that you have done. Another person may have done the same, yes, but that isn't for you to worry about. I guarantee you that most people would turn away and choose easier paths than you do when faced with such decisions.\" She let that sink in and then asked, \"Do you regret your fortune?\"\n\n\"No. Of course not. I'm just... I don't know what I'm saying. Maybe I shouldn't be taking advantage of all this just because I can. Maybe it's wrong?\"\n\n\"Should a rich man feel guilty for his success?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Should celebrities regret their fame? So your fortune takes a different form. You've harmed no one. What's wrong with it?\" He frowned thoughtfully, searching for words, but Lorelei put a finger over his lips. \"Did you ever for a moment disregard the wants or needs of your partner?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Feel less than grateful for your time with one of them? With me?\n\n\"I know what I am to the eyes of men. Men and women have abandoned everything they have, even their lives and honor and souls to slake their lusts and possess me. Here I am, completely within your power. I have no recourse should you take a firm hand with me, yet what has dominated your thoughts?\" Her eyes seemed to sparkle. \"'How can I make this up to her? How can I make her happy?' Those are not the thoughts of a petty or selfish person, Alex.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How do I make you happy?\"\n\n\"You see?\" Lorelei chuckled, and then kissed him lightly. \"You already do.\"\n\n\"Yeah, I know, you've said,\" he nodded softly. \"But still. I'm asking.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "⚠️ Required: Use 'freedom' exactly 3 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Keep treating me as you have,\" Lorelei answered.\n\n\"Don't you want to be free? Even if I can't give you real freedom, wouldn't you want as much as you could have?\"\n\n\"That's complicated. I wanted my freedom when we first bonded, yes. I have always wanted my freedom. But I was created to respond sexually to my master as a way to keep me under control. It was used to punish and humiliate me by beings so awful...\" she shook her head.\n\n\"I'm a hedonist. I do what brings pleasure. Submission to my masters felt good, but at the cost of self-loathing. Even Hell's pleasures are usually cruel and humiliating. You're nothing like them. The more you embrace me and what I am, the better we both feel. You have tested the waters and found them welcoming. Why do you not dive in?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't know if I can accept that,\" Alex said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Now more than ever.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Why not?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Because when we first met I felt like... well, it was wrong. I'd still say slavery is wrong. But now I just don't know if I can even play at it.\"\n\n\"It's different now. You know this. This may have been forced upon us, but one can hardly call it slavery when you have my consent. We both know that being the master arouses you." }, { "from": "human", "value": "We need only take that as far as we are both comfortable, and we will still be friends and more." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm not asking you to push me around or abuse me. You've been good to me since we met, and we have only become closer and more comfortable together. So what else has changed?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I love you, Lorelei.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "It hung there, in the few inches between their eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He had changed her entire world again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You don't have to say anything you don't feel,\" Alex said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't want you to. I need you not to. But I just need you to know. I've fallen in love with you, Lorelei.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I felt this, tied into your desires,\" she murmured, plainly awestruck." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But I did not dare give it that name. I didn't know if that's what it was.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"That's what it is. I love you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He moved one hand to wipe away the tear that formed in her eye." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He wasn't sure what else to say. The room got darker and darker as the last rays of the sun fell away.\n\n\"I love you, Alex,\" Lorelei whispered.\n\n\"That isn't the bond talking?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He didn't want to belittle her feelings, but he had to be honest." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He needed it from her as well. \"Could you feel that because of... because you're supposed to?\"\n\n\"No.\" Her voice wavered. He had never seen her look genuinely vulnerable." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"The spell and its caster knew nothing of love. He wanted to dominate and humiliate in the ugliest of ways, hardly different from my last master,\" she added." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I have been afraid to use the word. I didn't know that one such as I could feel it, but I am sure now. I love you, Alex.\"\n\nThey held one another tightly. Though his voice held steady, she wasn't the only vulnerable one. The room had grown dark." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "expand on the story like Elliot Kay would. btw might have existing characters/lore" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"How do you figure he swung that?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Thomas asked, nodding at the table from his seat at the bar.\n\n\"Money. Gotta be. Rich kid, rich kid's date. Maybe Daddy rented her for him for his birthday?\" muttered Richard. He took another gulp of his Jack & Coke and looked on with no small amount of open, casual jealousy.\n\n\"I dunno, man,\" Harold frowned." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I've seen professional escorts before, but she's a cut above even that. Something fishy, though.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Seriously,\" Thomas agreed. \"What's she doing with him?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Falling in love,\" said the waitress behind the bar. She didn't look at the three finance office chums. The blonde appeared mostly fixated on the bartender's cheat sheet for mixed drinks.\n\n\"Get outta here,\" Richard huffed. \"With him?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Fuck yeah,\" she nodded." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He's like my kid nephew! What's he got that's so special?\" Harold asked." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He's hot,\" the blonde said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her eyes fluttered closed, and she inhaled deeply as if breathing in some intoxicating fume. \"Hot like redemption.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The three men openly gawked at the stunning blonde, utterly mesmerized by her now as she indulged in the moment. They hadn't noticed just how beautiful she was until she spoke. Nor had they ever seen anyone's face so erotically charged right in front of them.\n\nHarold's mouth hung agape. \"Uh. That's hot?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Mmm-hmm,\" she nodded. Her eyes closed and her posture weakened. \"I'm afraid to actually look,\" she admitted breathlessly. \"I don't know if I can control myself.\"\n\nSwept away by the sight, they were all surprised when that look of transcendent arousal shifted to sober, scowling distaste." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Aw, shit,\" she muttered." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her eyes turned toward the entrance. She set the ingredients to whatever she'd been fixing down behind the bar.\n\n\"Hey, wait,\" Thomas urged. She paused to look up to him quizzically." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He wasn't sure what he meant to say apart from wanting that angelic face to stay with him. Quickly, he grasped for anything to keep her attention. \"Aren't you fixing that drink for someone?\"\n\nRachel glanced down at the drink. \"Oh, whatever. It's not like I work here.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Job: User writes start, you add ~three sentences sentences. Style: Elliot Kay. Note: May include established characters" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The roads were all dark, wet and hilly, but at least traffic was light in downtown Seattle late in the evening. Paco didn't care for being behind the wheel here, but better him than Chuy. His partner in the passenger seat provided a solid extra pair of hands and eyes, but not much else." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Carlos's superiors had insisted they bring Chuy along when they came up from Mexico." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It wasn't as if Paco didn't appreciate the muscle. But it would've been nice, at least, if the guy would talk about anything. Prison could turn a chatty man quiet, but Chuy's silence was just creepy." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Just as well for now, Paco decided." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Following the Lexus through its confusing, steep downhill route required concentration." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There were one-way streets, drivers who were lost or just stupid, and pedestrians who walked against the lights... just like the blonde waitress from back at the restaurant, who crossed the street while looking right at Paco and Chuy.\n\nWait, what?! Paco thought. He hit the brakes and swerved just enough to miss her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Rachel whipped a pair of kitchen knives out from behind her back. She spun around in a pirouette, carving with one knife into the rolling front tire of the SUV, then slashing with the other knife against the rear tire as it followed past her.\n\nThe tires burst instantly." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 4 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Panicked, Paco turned the wheel entirely the wrong way. The SUV hurtled through the intersection, twisting to the side before suddenly overturning. It slid several more yards before coming to a stop in the middle of the street.\n\nGiven their predicament, Paco and Chuy completely missed Rachel's touchdown dance." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Write 12 sentences sentences in the style of Elliot Kay spawning from what the user wrote, within the Paranormal Fantasy, Erotica genre. This is part of a longer narrative where characters and events may have prior context." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Life of the Party\n\n\"It's sinful.\"\n\n\"I'm sure my services to Christ and His holy Church will make that all better,\" John scowled. He finished bundling up his few clothes for easier carrying.\n\n\"Do you think that will matter?\" Henry pressed. The older man sat on the bench at John's table, hunched over a mug of cheap ale—all John had to offer—as he watched his young neighbor pack. \"Fight the heathens. Reclaim the Holy Land. Hell, walk back home wearing Christ's own shoes. You'll still be a man who abandoned his wife to another!\"\n\n\"I am not abandoning her!\" John snapped. He hurled the pack of clothing at the door to his small, one-room house and looked at Henry with pain and anger. \"She'll be looked after! She has you, doesn't she? She has William and his family.\"\n\n\"William is exactly who I'm talking about, and you know it, John. You're a cuckolded man, and you know that, too, and you do nothing about it.\"\n\n\"Cuck—Do you think it's that simple?! What would you have me do, Henry? Beat her? Beat William? Murder him? I suppose I could expose them, to the ruin of his family and Katherine's good name. Do you think that would that change her feelings for me? Would I find happiness in her public humiliation?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"She's your wife.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Because our parents arranged it! Not because we love each other. Do you think that was on their minds when they matched us?\"\n\n\"You love her,\" Henry frowned. \"That's why you encouraged your father to pursue this match. You just have to be firm with her! You're the man of this house! Act like it!\"\n\n\"Have you tried laying with a weeping woman? Have you?\" It was a rhetorical question; Henry and his wife were the most openly affectionate couple for miles. \"Because I'll tell you, her tears do in fact leave me feeling unmanned. Quite so. Only an animal would react otherwise.\n\n\"Her heart was never mine, Henry. She was honest enough with that. Never misled me. She loves William, and he loves her. Since before I was even a suitor. I'm just in the way.\"\n\n\"She's your wife, John. It's a sin.\"\n\n\"Tell me how love is a sin, Henry,\" John sighed painfully. \"Tell me how locking up a woman who was forced to marry me and breaking her heart serves a greater good than what they have together.\"\n\nHenry's silence made for a quiet house. John didn't have all that much, but with his father's untimely death from illness, it was at least his." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It would be Katherine's now, though, in all but name." }, { "from": "human", "value": "That was fine. John wasn't terribly worried about the family name." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You'll look in on her?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"And keep your mouth shut?\"\n\nHenry looked up at his friend a bit resentfully, but eventually softened. \"You know I will.\"\n\nJohn hefted up his sack of food for the road, his bundle of clothing and the axe that had been in his family since his grandfather's time. His land would be better tended by neighbors while he was gone than he could ever manage alone. They were all happy that one of their own answered the call to take up arms for Christ, and wanted to do their part in support.\n\nHe had already said his goodbyes to his wife before this. She wept, confessing her sins to him, but she did not ask him to stay. She could barely bring herself to thank him. Nor did she stay to see him off." }, { "from": "human", "value": "John's Crusade, as it turned out, became more about fighting banditry than Saracens bent on holding Jerusalem." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He lived another two years before he met his end, seeing far more action on the journey than in the Holy Land itself." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He didn't live to see Jerusalem fall, which was just as well. The aftermath would have broken his heart almost as surely as Katherine had.\n\nJohn was lucky, or perhaps able to make his own luck. Men-at-arms saw fit to train him and some others to fight like warriors rather than peasants. He traveled with real soldiers, rather than with the massive mobs of would-be Crusading peasants that succeeded only in burning and murdering Jews in Europe.\n\nSeveral of those murdering peasants died by John's hand. It was blind luck, he maintained, that kept his name among those constantly called to keep order and enforce some measure of justice among the Duke of Normandy's men. He spent much of his time settling feuds between Christian warriors, sometimes with words and other times with violence.\n\nHe put down three men who'd murdered their captain, and later even faced down and slew a knight who'd raped a merchant's wife, all before they reached Constantinople. He may have been a failure as a husband, but he turned out to be an excellent warrior. By the time they got to the Holy Land, it was joked around the campfire that John would have a hard time slaughtering Saracens enough to equal the number of Christians he'd killed.\n\nIn the end, the joke proved all too accurate." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He fought only a few battles against the Saracens." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Include exactly 2 instance(s) of the word 'found'" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He rarely had time or energy for plunder. The more he saw of the Holy Land, the more he wondered if his heart was truly in the quest.\n\nHe fought heroically at Antioch, but his final battle came in the hours following the taking of the city. Rather than Saracens, he once again faced his own kind.\n\nIn those wild streets, John found a French noblewoman with several men-at-arms and a clutch of cowering Saracen girls. The woman had drifted from one lord to the next throughout the journey. John never rightly knew who she was or where she'd come from. Her beauty alone explained why she was allowed to come along, for it seemed that no one could deny her anything. He'd never seen such striking green eyes or golden blonde hair. John found her unsettling, but she had no time for one as lowly as him.\n\nShe accused the girls of swallowing jewels to hide them from their conquerors. She instructed the men-at-arms to retrieve them in any way necessary." }, { "from": "human", "value": "John asked his comrades how they thought they would find the Kingdom of God by slitting the bellies of defenseless women." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It came to heated words, and then blows." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Mandatory: Your text must contain 'fought' 2 times exactly" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He fought well. John was quicker, smarter, and sober. The three girls ultimately walked away from the matter, as did only two of the six Crusaders present. The others fell to John's sword. He nearly defeated them all. The strangely beautiful noblewoman, standing behind him with a dagger, intervened before the last two men-at-arms died at his hand.\n\nJohn did not walk away from that dispute.\n\nHe had friends. He was avenged, at least where the other two men he'd fought were concerned. No one spoke of the noblewoman. She disappeared after the fall of Jerusalem and was soon forgotten.\n\nJohn's belongings and treasures and pay, in defiance of all the cynical realities of the time, actually made it home to Normandy. It was enough to provide a real measure of security. His wife had given birth to a child within nine months of his departure, who came to bear John's name." }, { "from": "human", "value": "No one ever accused Katherine of bearing another man's son." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 6 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nor did Katherine ever tell anyone that on their wedding night, John had dried her tears and promised to never take her without her consent. Nor did anyone speak ill when, a year after John's death and that of William's first wife, widow and widower were married.\n\nJohn died shortly after the blonde woman tore his wedding band from his hand. His last thoughts as he bled out from a dagger in his back in the dirty streets of Antioch were of his wife. His last prayer was that Katherine would live a long, happy life full of love.\n\nShe did." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Mode:\nCo-writing a segment of a larger work\n\nLength:\n10 sentences\n\nStyle:\nElliot Kay\nGenre:\nParanormal Fantasy, Erotica\nNote: Characters may be pre-established" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lydia despised having to wait for nightfall, but that was simply the nature of the beast. She was used to getting what she wanted, when she wanted it, or at least seeing others immediately hop to satisfying her whims. Sometimes, though, the realities of life meant that things had to run on their own schedule.\n\nHours ago, the sketch artist Carlos found for her had arrived at their luxurious Capitol Hill home. He fit the bill precisely as she'd hoped: young, hungry, talented, and sinful enough that no guardian angel looked after him. Lydia put him straight to work.\n\nBefore long, she had solid, effective likenesses of Lorelei and her brat—not that any sketch could truly capture the beauty of a succubus. Lydia also had the young artist completely, utterly enraptured. She allowed him to kneel before her as she sat in a chair in the study, slavishly licking between her spread legs while she pondered her options.\n\nThe artist wasn't as talented as Carlos." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nor was he as good as Paco, or Chuy, or several of the other bodyguards here in Seattle, or Carlos's father, or a couple of Carlos's rivals within the family business." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Still, he offered up at least a casual degree of pleasure." }, { "from": "system", "value": "IMPORTANT: 'carlos' should appear 2 times in total" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lydia sat wearing her short, green silk bathrobe with only its bottom spread open for her new servant's access. She gave him no outward indication of excitement, letting him wonder if he pleased her.\n\nShe had already forgotten his name. He looked up at her longing for some sort of approval or appreciation, or even just a glance of acknowledgement, but he was out of luck. She genuinely wasn't thinking about him at all.\n\nInstead she considered changes in her plans. After her wedding to Carlos in Ciudad Juarez a month ago, Lydia grew eager to wrap things up with him. She had made more than enough inroads on his allies in the cartel to use them at her whim in the future. Carlos was overdue in Hell. Only Lydia's curiosity about his cartel's expansion into the Pacific Northwest kept him alive this long." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She was about ready to claim her final satisfaction from him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Manipulating him and cuckolding him at every turn had grown a touch dull. She'd turned him into a fine lover, of course, but that would happen for her next prey, too. She meant to tell him at dinner last night about her rampant infidelities, eager for the inevitable bloodshed that would follow. All the adorable violence and anguish and discord that erupted whenever one of her lovers found her in bed with another simply never got old...\n\n... but then she found Lorelei. No horns, no wings, and absolutely no shame about it. The hostility was no surprise, but for one of Belial's whores—even one so infamous—to take such an arrogant and dismissive tone to the most favored of Baal was intolerable. Lydia's unanswered questions were intolerable, too.\n\nCarlos and his stooges, while very useful in a number of roles, were perhaps not up to the task of stalking an accomplished succubus. Even a demon could risk only so much bleedover between mortal and supernatural matters." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Thus, she needed intermediaries... as distasteful as those available here in Seattle might be." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Perhaps an hour after sunset, she heard a knock at the door. Lydia put a hand on her new pet's head to keep him going. \"Who is there?\" she asked.\n\n\"It's Paco.\"\n\n\"Enter,\" Lydia beckoned.\n\nThough Paco did his best to keep a straight face, the sight another man on his hands and knees servicing her put him through emotional chaos. He felt both arousal and furious jealousy—bad enough that he had to put up with her husband—and humiliation. Paco had to fight off the urge to shoot the boy right then and there, and Lydia knew it.\n\nLydia smiled at Paco sweetly. She kept the artist going about his deed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He had her nowhere near satisfaction, but this small rush of cruelty made up for that." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"What is it, Paco?\" she asked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Paco gritted his teeth. He'd swallow his pride, she knew, and that cultivated machismo of his, because she was that damned amazing. Her lovers never focused their ire on her, but rather their rivals. The sketch artist might not make it home alive, but his work was done.\n\n\"You've got people here to see you,\" Paco said in Spanish.\n\n\"Excellent,\" she said. \"Have you heard from Carlos yet?\" She utterly ignored the artist.\n\n\"He called. He said to tell you he'd be home late tonight.\"\n\n\"Very good. Can you describe our guests?\"\n\n\"Three people. Two men, one woman. They're all dressed in black... frilly clothes,\" Paco said, trying to find words." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He stared daggers at the head between Lydia's legs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Really pale. They seem stuck up and annoying.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Remember to mention: \"Good. I'll throw something on before I go down there.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yes. That's just what I expected,\" Lydia sighed. She shifted in her chair. The artist leaned back, looking up like a lost puppy as she rose. \"Have you made them comfortable?\"\n\n\"I asked them to wait in the living room, yes.\"\n\n\"Good. I'll throw something on before I go down there.\" She gathered the sketches before she glanced down at the kneeling young man. \"What was your name again? Albert? Adam?\"\n\n\"Webster.\"\n\n\"Ah. Right. Paco, could you show Webster out? Best if you use the back entrance.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Paco waited until Lydia left before he pulled Webster to his feet by the ear." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Minutes later, Lydia descended the ornate staircase in a form-fitting, full-length crimson dress. She had considered jeans and tall boots; this wouldn't be far off from stepping in something distasteful. Still, what had to be done, had to be done.\n\nWaiting in the living room were her three guests. One of the men stood in jeans, a button-down shirt and a leather sport coat—all of it black, of course—with his hands folded at his belt buckle and his eyes hidden behind black sunglasses. His black spiky hair and fashionable sideburns framed a pale, thuggish face.\n\nThe other two rose as Lydia arrived. They came dressed with something beyond formality in mind. The man seemed like a grave, all-black peacock, clad in shining black leather pants and a frilly black poet's shirt. He tossed his head to clear his long black hair from his vision." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His companion, a slender woman in a black formal gown and diamond jewelry, would have been deemed to be of exquisite, delicate beauty to most anyone... but Lydia knew she was only a gaudy, well-preserved corpse." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Welcome to my home,\" Lydia said with all the cordiality and warmth she could muster. Under the circumstances, it wasn't much.\n\n\"Good evening,\" the peacock replied in a deep voice. His accent was English, and overly so. \"I am Lord Damien Blackthorne,\" he began, either missing or ignoring Lydia's immediate sneer, \"Steward of the Dark Emerald City in service to my liege, Her Grace, Lady—\"\n\nHe got no further than that. His hand had been outstretched as he was in the process of introducing the woman to his immediate left, but Lydia interrupted him. \"Spare me your pretentious, insipid titles,\" she said. Lydia sat in an ornate chair facing them without ceremony. \"You're Blackthorne. Fine. And you are?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "she looked to the poised but plainly surprised vampire princess beside him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Lady Anastacia Illyana Kanatova,\" she said in a cultivated Russian accent.\n\n\"Of course. And you,\" Lydia said to the third. \"I assume you have a much shorter name. Thorne? No, that's already partly taken here. Ice? Ash? Blaze. No, wait. Caine. No? Shade?\"\n\n\"Lucien,\" the third vampire said with a scowl.\n\n\"Two syllables,\" Lydia noted with a lifted eyebrow. \"I'm impressed.\"\n\n\"We did not come here to suffer petty mockery,\" Anastacia said coolly.\n\n\"No, of course not, but that can't be helped. I've met too many of your kind over the years. We'll cut right to it, then. You know who I am?\"\n\n\"Our court loremasters have explained all we need to know,\" Blackthorne replied.\n\n\"Loremasters,\" Lydia murmured. \"Of course. Well. You may call me Lydia. I may be in this city for some time. I offer you the courtesy of establishing a working relationship now rather than working one out after months or years of shadowy intrigue and friction.\"\n\nIt was Anastacia's turn to raise an eyebrow." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Again, though, Blackthorne did the talking." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why should we wish to establish such a relationship with one such as yourself?\"\n\n\"Because, little vampire, I know all about your kind. I have power and resources and I have none of your weaknesses. That said, I have no need to wrest control of the shadows of this city from you—such control as you may or may not have. But if it comes to it, I'll be happy to confirm through experimentation whether or not current literary trends are true and see if you lot now merely sparkle in the—\"\n\n\"What do you want?\" Anastacia asked. Her face remained placid, her voice still cool. Blackthorne and Lucien bristled under Lydia's blunt disrespect, but Anastacia maintained her self-control.\n\n\"Your kind spread throughout any city's nightlife. I am in search of two individuals, a young man and a woman. The male's name currently escapes me. The woman goes by the name of Lorelei. I have their likeness here,\" she said, holding out the sheets of paper. \"I wish your assistance in locating and investigating them.\"\n\nAt a nod from Anastacia, Lucien stepped forward and took the pictures. He looked them over, shrugged, and showed them to Blackthorne. Anastacia kept her calm gaze on Lydia." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And in return?\" she asked." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 6 sentences." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Precise word count needed: 'lydia' × 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"In return, I shall respect your territorial boundaries. I will help you manage an impending shift in organized crime so that no undue harm comes to your interests. I will also agree to come to your aid some time in the future when you face a challenge to your crown or throne or whatever it is you call it,\" Lydia sighed, waving a dismissive hand.\n\nWhen the vampires did not respond, Lydia conceded, \"And I may be inclined to demonstrate a greater degree of respect.\"\n\nAnastacia favored her with a tight smile. \"How very generous of you.\" She sat back down in her chair. \"Tell us the details.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Mode: Collab writing\nContext: May reference existing characters/world\nAmount: nine sentences\nVoice: Elliot Kay" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I believe I saw a vampire enter,\" observed a voice coming from over Rachel's shoulder." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The angel sat on a rooftop overlooking the party, her legs gathered up against her chest with her arms around them. \"Yeah. Saw 'im.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You are not concerned?\" Hannah asked.\n\n\"Short bus kids of the supernatural,\" Rachel snorted. \"If Alex can't handle one of them on his own, let alone Lorelei, then I've misjudged this whole situation so badly I'll apologize to everyone and take every shit job that comes down the pike for the next hundred years.\"\n\nThe older angel smiled at Rachel fondly before taking a seat beside her. \"You are not prone to making apologies.\"\n\n\"Nope.\"\n\n\"Yet you've always been proactive. I'm surprised you don't go deal with him anyway.\"\n\n\"I want them to have this weekend together. You saw them in the backyard just now, didn't you?\" Rachel's tone was wistful." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I've been watching them since last night. They're beautiful together.\"\n\n\"Yet you sound sad. Are you bothered by this morning?\"\n\n\"No,\" Rachel said. \"Michael wasn't mad. You're not mad. Everyone else can eat me.\"\n\n\"Then why do you sound sad?\"\n\nAt length, Rachel sighed. \"I think I'm gonna get fired, Hannah.\"\n\nHannah fell silent, watching the house with Rachel as other guests arrived. \"You are falling in love with him?\"\n\n\"Sure seems like,\" Rachel nodded." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"More and more every day. I don't want to just watch over him. I want to be with him.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She added as a confession, \"Them.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That would be a scandal,\" Hannah mused dryly.\n\n\"I hated her at first, but she's not what she was. Now I look at her and I see how much she's changed. I can see why he loves her so much, and it's not just because he's young and dazzled. She may be a trashy demon slut,\" Rachel said with a wry grin, \"but she's also becoming something wonderful.\"\n\n\"You believe they would both accept you?\"\n\n\"I know they would. And whatever the Hosts think or say about it...\" Rachel shrugged.\n\nHannah laughed ruefully. \"You've never been one to care what others say. Now more than ever. But you are also not unaffected by the mortal magic that struck you at the start of all this. Everyone knows that. Your situation is unique. I don't think that your censure would be as bad as precedent suggests.\"\n\nShe reached out to put her arm around the other angel. Rachel allowed it, leaning in to let her head fall on her mentor's shoulder. \"Whatever you choose, I will be here for you.\"\n\n\"I need to know what you know, Hannah,\" Rachel said in a soft voice." }, { "from": "system", "value": "<<EMBED THIS>>: \"You did? But you're not a guardian.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Tell me what you meant in the church yesterday.\"\n\nHannah sighed. \"That Alex has been here before? That's not unusual. So many souls come back again and again. He's no more or less special than others in that regard. It's just what he does with his lives is... painful.\"\n\n\"How do you know?\"\n\nThe older angel's face darkened with a bit of sadness. \"I watched him once, long ago.\"\n\nRachel's head came up. \"You did? But you're not a guardian.\"\n\n\"Oh, maybe not as a full dedication of my time, but I've always kept my hand in,\" Hannah shrugged. She looked up at the moon." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He wasn't anyone terribly special. Just another young Greek farmer. He loved a girl who married an older, wealthier man who in turn treated her awfully. These days, in this nation, her husband would be imprisoned. Alex... my Alex helped her from afar as best he could, but he had no claim on her. Not until the young woman's husband died of... well. He had a mysterious fall down a hillside,\" she smirked.\n\n\"Just enough of a stigma followed her after all she'd suffered to ward off any other serious suitor. Only Alex remained. They were very much in love,\" Hannah mused. She laughed a bit. \"He foreswore the pleasures of all other women and men for her. It was a different place and time, and another life.\"\n\n\"What happened?\"\n\n\"A scant few days later, he stood with men of his city on a hilltop at a place called Marathon. He argued, along with others, to attack the much larger invading Persian force right away, while it was still assembling on the beach, without waiting for Spartan reinforcements.\n\n\"He wasn't as eloquent as Miltiades and the other leaders, but he spoke well. They valued that in those days, you know. Public speaking. Men valued generosity and honor, self-control and respect for women and elders, but above all they cared about persuasiveness and skill in battle. By the grace of Heaven, he had all of that.\"\n\nRachel just watched and listened in silence as Hannah stared at the moon. \"The next morning,\" Hannah said, \"the Athenians and their Plataean allies charged and routed the Persian army." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I protected him as much as I could, but in battles, men die." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He was brave and effective, and so good with that spear, but... before it was all over, he put himself in front of a mortal blow meant for the man at his side." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Remember to mention: \"He has gotten right back into the queue, so to speak, every time. No time spent in Heaven to rest or reflect. He just gets right back in line for his next chance. He hasn't had as many lives as some others, but... his lifetimes have never been long. And despite his virtues, he has somehow always been terribly unlucky in love. He has always been on the side of the angels, as they say. But he has always died young. Sometimes in war, sometimes not... but always by the sword.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "History remembers the man he saved by the name of Aeschylus.\n\n\"He and his new wife never had a chance to make love even once,\" Hannah added quietly. \"There just wasn't time.\" Rachel looked on in silence.\n\nEventually, Hannah spoke again. \"I have made some... inquiries. Things one is not supposed to ask about. Your influence at work, I'm sure.\" Hannah smiled a bit, but the smile soon faded. \"He has gotten right back into the queue, so to speak, every time. No time spent in Heaven to rest or reflect. He just gets right back in line for his next chance. He hasn't had as many lives as some others, but... his lifetimes have never been long. And despite his virtues, he has somehow always been terribly unlucky in love. He has always been on the side of the angels, as they say. But he has always died young. Sometimes in war, sometimes not... but always by the sword.\"\n\n\"Not this time,\" Rachel said with an equally quiet but determined voice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Perhaps not,\" Hannah conceded." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 7 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He has protectors, and he isn't helpless. Lorelei's hold over him precludes so many possible deaths. She will keep him youthful and virile to a truly unfair age for a mortal. Your influence may even be a multiplier. But he has always died young,\" she said again, \"and always by the sword.\"\n\nShe turned to look Rachel in the eye. \"The Archangel Michael asked me why this situation should be allowed to continue. I told him that at this point, I feel we owe it to Alex. I only hope, for his sake—and yours—that he finally has the long life full of love that he has always deserved. But I do not know how to break such a pattern as I have seen.\"\n\nHannah extended her hand out to cover Rachel's. \"I don't want to see you left with a broken heart because you have fallen in love with a mortal doomed to a tragically short life. I hoped to protect you from such a thing.\"\n\nA tear formed in Rachel's eye. \"I think it's too late for that.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "The user will write a segment from a longer work then you need to write around eight sentences continuing directly from it. Try to mimic the style of Elliot Kay in the Paranormal Fantasy, Erotica genre. Note that characters may appear without introduction." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"So many more stars in Afghanistan,\" Lorelei observed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Wade turned his head away from the sky to his unexpected company." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He had finished his cigarette, and now simply stood in the shadow of the house looking at the nighttime sky. \"Yeah,\" he said. \"Yeah, there are. Lotta light pollution in the city.\"\n\n\"I wanted to say thank you.\"\n\n\"For what?\"\n\n\"You may well have saved Alex's life the other night. And likely mine. Had Gorge not been dealt with the way you all handled him, I don't know what would have happened.\"\n\nWade shrugged. \"Wasn't like Alex just sat on his hands.\"\n\n\"No. But he did not stand alone, and that made all the difference.\" Wade shrugged again, but said nothing." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lorelei went on. \"I want you to know that you have nothing to fear from me, for Alex's sake or yours, or any of his friends. He has my absolute loyalty.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Ah've always figured he was a good judge of character.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lorelei nodded. \"I would like to consider you and the others my friends as well.\"\n\n\"Ah guess ah'd like that, too.\"\n\n\"You sound wary,\" Lorelei smiled softly.\n\n\"Well, mah buddy's supernatural seductress demon girlfriend whatever just snuck up to me all by her lonesome t' say she wants t' be mah 'friend' while the hottest gal in our graduatin' class is in there practically in his lap,\" Wade explained. \"It's potentially a little awkward.\"\n\nLorelei's smile broadened. \"I understand,\" she said. \"Which is why you should probably forget,\" the succubus breathed, stepping directly into Wade to wrap one hand around his neck and draw him close, \"that we ever did this.\"\n\nWade's inner strength, independence and confidence served him well." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Mandatory: Your text must contain 'mouth' 2 times exactly" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He needed it, to have gone where he'd been and then return home to deal with his emotional wounds. But against Lorelei's direct efforts, he could only hold out for a moment or two. Wade was too lonely and ultimately too vulnerable after all he'd been through to turn away someone like Lorelei.\n\nShe held him close, breathing deeply as she invaded his mouth with her aggressive, insistent kiss. He reciprocated, unable to resist the physical urges she aroused in him. When her mouth parted from his and she said, \"Ssshhh,\" he quickly grew calm.\n\n\"Forget the kiss,\" Lorelei instructed. \"Do not long for me. Remember all else... including this,\" she whispered, and with that, Lorelei embraced him neither as a lover, nor as a target of seduction, but as a friend." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He wouldn't remember exactly how that hug happened, but he would remember hugging her back." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He would remember her saying, \"I have been around a very long time, Wade. I have seen war many, many times. I may well be the worst counselor in the world, but should you wish to talk, I am here, and I am your friend.\"\n\nWade held her in the darkness and nodded his head. \"Thanks,\" he mumbled." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Write 12 sentences sentences in the style of Elliot Kay spawning from what the user wrote, within the Paranormal Fantasy, Erotica genre. This is part of a longer narrative where characters and events may have prior context." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"She needs a little more persuasion in her drink if you know what I mean,\" Tucker winked as he leaned against the bar in the kitchen." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I got'choo, bro,\" Drew winked. He took the red plastic cup from the other young man. \"Lemme fix this up. She won't even taste it in there.\"\n\n\"Alright, thanks man,\" Tucker nodded. He slapped his hand into Drew's, leaving behind a five-dollar bill before walking away.\n\nDrew looked at the green likeness of Abraham Lincoln with a mixture of amused surprise and indignation. \"The fuck...?\" he mumbled.\n\n\"You have a fan,\" Lorelei grinned.\n\n\"Yeah, I guess,\" Drew said, nodding to acknowledge her return. He flicked the fiver onto the back counter of the kitchen. With any luck, the hostess of the party would find it before anyone else did.\n\n\"A bartender shouldn't be so quick to turn down tips.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Bartender's supposed to be a little older than I am, too,\" Drew chuckled." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He turned to fixing the drink for whichever Britney it was that Tucker had brought to the party, smoothly ensuring that it was fruitier and less alcoholic than the weakest wine cooler.\n\n\"You could be good at that,\" Lorelei offered. They had no \"customers\" in the kitchen at the moment. She busied herself throwing out empty bottles and cups. \"Or do you have other career plans?\"\n\n\"I always figured I'd probably just go into bouncin',\" he mused. \"Not sure I want to work behind a desk all my life. I'm basically nocturnal, too. And I'd like to go all the way with college, but none of the majors I'd be interested in lead to real jobs, know what I'm sayin'?\"\n\n\"I do,\" she nodded.\n\n\"You know I got this, right? If you wanna go chill with Alex, I'm okay.\"\n\nLorelei smiled. \"We've been together since last night. He could use a little space. I rather like your company. And being back here with you makes for fewer hopeful suitors.\"\n\nConsidering this, Drew nodded. \"I got you.\"\n\n\"I am also very grateful to you,\" she said quietly, not wanting passing partiers to hear, \"for standing with Alex the way you did. For being his friend. And for being so kind to me, given what you now know.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He wasn't sure what to say to that at first." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Drew mumbled with a shrug of his thick shoulders, \"You ain't gotta be grateful. He's my boy. They're all my boys. You be good to him, I'll be good to you.\"\n\n\"How did the two of you become friends?\"\n\n\"That's... heh. Nobody ever asks me that. I was the new kid in grade school. Alex just decided we were gonna be friends and that was basically it. I mean, we're interested in totally different things. He's always been into all that star stuff. Star Trek, Stargate, Star Search,\" Drew grinned as he handed Britney's drink to a passing Tucker. \"But yeah, I was the new kid, and he was just like, 'Hey, I'll show you around at lunch or whatever,' and I thought, 'Cool.' I was literally the token black at that school at first. Like, literally. An' little kids can be shitty even when they don't mean it, but Alex was cool. Then we turned out to be livin' nearby each other and pretty soon we were always at each other's houses.\"\n\n\"I thought you were a year ahead of the others in school?\"\n\nDrew nodded. \"Yeah, but they did this whole reading group thing in elementary where they mixed kids up. I was in the top group for my grade, but that nerd was in it, too, and he was a year younger.\"\n\n\"So you simply decided to be friends,\" Lorelei observed.\n\n\"He did, yeah. Me, too, I guess. I got pretty popular as we got older, and he didn't exactly fit in with that crowd, but I never let anyone shut him out. An' it's not like he had no social skills or somethin', just... he was different. Hell, sometimes it was like he was just older than everyone else. More mature. Didn't wanna do the same stupid high school drama shit as everybody else. Made him a drag to be with in a few situations, but I kinda had to grow up fast, too, so got where he was comin' from. An' just, you know... different interests. Different hobbies.\"\n\n\"I suspect you have at least one hobby in common at this point,\" Lorelei suggested with a wink.\n\n\"Well, I don't wanna sound disrespectful, but I'm clearly glad the boy's finally getting' a little booty. Clearly. Just sayin'.\"\n\nLorelei nodded. \"It's been difficult to get him to let go and have a good time.\"\n\n\"Yeah. He's like that. Always been waitin' for the other shoe to drop. Probably part of why he's never had anyone before you. Alex seems to always expect things to fall apart. It's kinda nice to see him get some real confidence after all that's gone down this week.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Write 12 sentences sentences in the style of Elliot Kay spawning from what the user wrote, within the Paranormal Fantasy, Erotica genre. This is part of a longer narrative where characters and events may have prior context." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"We're not supposed to be upstairs,\" Alex noted." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm not supposed to do a lot of things,\" Jocelyn said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She closed the bedroom door behind him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The lights were on a dimmer knob, which Jocelyn used to create just enough light for them to see by. It also turned out that Jocelyn knew how to lock the door.\n\n\"This is Sherri's room?\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" Jocelyn nodded, stepping closer to him. \"Had a quick talk with her while you were in the bathroom.\" She slid one hand up along his chest, curling her fingers over his shoulder and leaning into him. Her big brown eyes looked up into his. \"I'm kinda used to guys being a little more aggressive.\"\n\n\"I can't imagine a guy ever honestly thinking he was in charge while he's with you,\" Alex said. A year ago, he'd have been overjoyed that Jocelyn was even talking to him. He'd have probably ruined it, too. Now he drew a thrill just from feeling so relaxed about this." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I like to let a guy have his illusions. But it's good that you know where we stand,\" Jocelyn grinned meaningfully." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 9 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So, as long as we understand each other... I'm not gonna have to make everything happen here, right?\"\n\nAt that, Alex pulled her against him. His kiss was aggressive, but not rough.\n\nThe kiss broke off only long enough for Alex to unbutton her blouse. Jocelyn hummed a note of appreciation, which soon turned to a gasp of pleasure as his hands slid over her belly and her sides. He kissed her again. His hands slid lower against her skin. The noises from Jocelyn became less appreciative and more pleading.\n\nShe was used to having a little more control than this." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Write 12 sentences sentences in the style of Elliot Kay spawning from what the user wrote, within the Paranormal Fantasy, Erotica genre. This is part of a longer narrative where characters and events may have prior context." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Required text (preserve exact wording): \"So what do you do when you're not tending bar at house parties?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So how long have you been with that boyfriend? What's his name? Alex Carlisle?\"\n\n\"Since Monday,\" Lorelei answered, diligently mixing Carson's rum and Coke.\n\nHer broad-shouldered customer leaned in on the bar, clearly staring in the hopes of making eye contact and charming her with his smile. \"Less than a week? And he's already ditching you at a party? Man. That's not okay.\"\n\nA pale, brooding young face in stylish black clothing glided past as Lorelei passed Carson's drink. He seemed to be listening in. She scowled inwardly, but maintained her cool demeanor for Carson.\n\n\"So what do you do when you're not tending bar at house parties?\" he asked.\n\n\"Whatever makes my lover happy,\" she shrugged.\n\n\"Woah. Seriously? So what if he wanted you to—\"\n\n\"He would not,\" she interrupted dryly.\n\n\"Aw, you don't even know what I was gonna say!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I do indeed,\" Lorelei smiled." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She looked at Carson levelly as her voice took on a sweet tone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Your ambitions are plain as day, and your approach as clumsy as a drunken vagrant. Come back to me in ten years when you have learned some measure of subtlety and charisma. I shall laugh at you then as well, but I will at least give you a round of applause for your efforts.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Stunned and speechless, Carson withdrew. Lorelei ignored him, turning her eyes briefly to the darkly-dressed shadow floating back toward the living room. As she watched, Drew leaned in to say quietly, \"Daaaamn. You smack everyone down that hard?\"\n\n\"When I feel like it,\" Lorelei grinned back. \"I'm not from a very nice neighborhood.\"\n\nThe \"bar\" grew a bit busier over the last few minutes. Guests continued to show up as the night wore on. Drew and Lorelei happily mixed and doled out more drinks for more people as the faces became a bit more diverse. It was much more than a high school reunion party; paths diverged after graduation, after all, and most everyone had made new friends. There were multiple schools, workplaces and social circles present. The underage drinkers soon became the minority.\n\nThat was a bit of a relief for the host." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sherri hadn't stressed about it, but it was at least a minor worry that was reduced through this dilution. The slender hostess began pitching in to help in the kitchen at Lorelei's invitation. She slipped between the older woman and the younger \"bartender,\" pointedly staying closer to Drew and bumping into him a lot.\n\nLorelei was pleased to see it. Sherri was an adorable, lithe young redhead, dusted with freckles and classically Irish features from head to toe. She also had an obvious liking for the young man behind the kitchen counter. The scent of Lorelei's lusty kiss upon his lips left Sherri less inhibited about showing it.\n\n\"God, you two are lifesavers,\" Sherri laughed as she bent around Drew to grab yet another bottle of juice for mixers. \"You can stay all night, right?\" The question seemed to be to both of them, but Lorelei knew better. She didn't answer.\n\n\"I ain't got anywhere to be in the morning,\" Drew shrugged. \"I can stay or leave whenever.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sherri stood up straight, very much up against him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There was a confident, taunting glint in her eye. \"Or just stay,\" she suggested.\n\nDrew hardly needed the help of Lorelei's kiss. He was more than capable of making things happen on his own. \"That could happen,\" he answered.\n\nJust as Sherri stepped back, though, Drew was struck between the eyes by a flying black hair scrunchie. The source stood on the other side of the counter. \"Stop flirting and make me a drink!\" demanded the scrunchie's happy owner. \"I'm growin' a beard over here!\"\n\n\"Aw, it's my girl, whassup?\" Drew grinned broadly. \"I didn't know you were comin'!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Taylor would have claimed the hug to which she was entitled, but with the counter between them she settled for a fist-bump." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She wore simple but flattering blue jeans and a snug black t-shirt. \"I'm a rebel. An outlaw. I'm makin' my own rules from now on... oh.\" Taylor blinked.\n\n\"Hello, Taylor,\" Lorelei said, finally turning around from the opposite counter. She passed a glass of something yellowish and foamy off to the woman next to Taylor. \"It's good to see you.\"\n\n\"Uh, yeah,\" Taylor blinked. \"Hi, Lorelei.\"\n\n\"Oh, you two know each other?\" Drew asked.\n\n\"Yeah, we met. Wednesday night, at the mall. And the hospital,\" Taylor said. She hadn't taken her eyes off Lorelei, nor did Lorelei turn away from her. The young brunette wasn't hostile, but she seemed a bit unsure of how to handle this.\n\nLorelei took the initiative. She stepped around from the kitchen counter, smoothly navigating through the crowd to come closer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Taylor, I hoped for a chance to talk to you more,\" she began." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 4 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Wednesday night was crazy for all of us. I know you just got here, but could I steal you away for a bit? Would you mind?\"\n\nPausing only to glance at Drew, who was already distracted again by Sherri, Taylor nodded. \"Sure. But is... Is Alex around?\"\n\n\"He's here,\" Lorelei smiled knowingly, \"but he's in a private conversation.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Task: The user will write a bit then you need to write around one sentence continuing directly from the user's text. Note: Characters may be introduced as if already known - maintain any existing context or treat as new if unclear.\n\nGenre: Paranormal Fantasy, Erotica" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He's in bed with someone else, isn't he? Like right now?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lorelei had hardly closed the door to the upstairs bathroom behind them." }, { "from": "human", "value": "As she twisted the knob to lock it, she said, \"Yes.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Taylor looked at her in shock." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What the hell? How can you be okay with that?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I encourage him,\" Lorelei shrugged." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But that's—!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Taylor,\" Lorelei broke in, \"be calm. You are safe here. Speak truth to me, and believe that I will speak only truth to you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She watched Taylor closely, noting the brief flutter of the young woman's eyes under the power of Lorelei's suggestion." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Satisfied, she spoke again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You weren't bothered to find him with Audrey that night, were you?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I was—I, um...\" Taylor stammered." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She rested her butt against the countertop around the bathroom sink while Lorelei stood straight and poised just to her left, between Taylor and the door." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Not... I was a little bothered, but I wasn't mad at him. I just thought she didn't deserve him. She's a real bitch, and he's always been such a nice guy. Right up until he started jumping every woman with a pulse, anyway.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why weren't you mad at him for that with Audrey, then?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's not like he was my boyfriend.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Nor is he now. So why be angry with him? He has betrayed no one.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Why aren't you angry with him?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm not like other women.\" She saw that it wasn't enough of an answer. \"This will sound strange, I know,\" she explained, \"but I want this for him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The one thing he has longed for most is love." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He has found that with me." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I have no fears for our relationship." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Therefore, I want him to have what makes him happy, and I know that in addition to his longing for love, his sexual appetites are exceptional." }, { "from": "human", "value": "I am not saying others should feel this way." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Far from it. I'm simply saying this works for me." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"It's a testament to his character that he isn't a lying, philandering pig given how strong his sex drive is,\" the older woman smirked. \"Yet if I asked him to sleep only with me, forsaking all others for as long as we are together, he would." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Had he fallen for someone else before me, he would be just as loyal to her." }, { "from": "human", "value": "All the willing women in the world would be as ashes in his mouth if he thought they came at the expense of another's pain." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I've had to work to get him to simply enjoy himself,\" she said." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I want him to have his cake and eat it, too. I have been there myself. I have taken that too far to turn back. To demand he be exclusive with me now would break his heart, because he would have to let down certain others.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Taylor looked on skeptically." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He's already got another girlfriend?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No. But there are those very close to his heart. There is already at least one other with whom he will inevitably grow much closer, likely as lovers.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Seeing Taylor frown quizzically, Lorelei said, \"You remember the blonde? In the parking garage?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"A little,\" Taylor shrugged." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her frown grew deeper." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"More, now that you mention it. Didn't she help us?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lorelei nodded. \"She looks out for him. They share a deep connection. I must leave it to him to explain more to you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "After a moment, Taylor ventured, \"Who else?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Taylor shook her head. \" Oh no. I'm not looking for a new boyfriend. Not right now. And not to share.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Understandable. But you came here tonight looking for Alex. You came knowing he was involved with another... and knowing that he cares for you. You have seen how much you mean to him, and that he will keep silent at your request. And you have already shared a brief intimacy that has surely filled your thoughts since—one that you yearn to share again.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lorelei shifted to stand directly in front of the younger woman." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Taylor knew it should feel much more uncomfortable or even intimidating, but it didn't." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her discomfort was mild and easy enough to overcome." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He loves me, Taylor. He will never leave me, nor I him. Have no illusions about that. Yet at the same time, there is a place in his heart for you that will always exist, independent of me or any other relationship in his life. Perhaps not as a lover, but certainly as more than a friend. You are safe with him, Taylor. You are safe with me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The frown remained, but she nodded." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I don't feel threatened,\" Taylor said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Just a little confused and... and I don't know what else.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Of course you're confused. You live in a society that lauds monogamous love. There's nothing wrong with that. It works for most. I am a different sort. Put to rest your concerns about how I feel in this.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Taylor shrugged. \"I guess I can do that.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Then it comes to you, Taylor. You came here looking for Alex tonight.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Yeah. I did.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Why?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "You must use the word 'turned' exactly 2 times in your response" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Because it wasn't until all this shit with him at the mall and then my boyf—my ex-boyfriend,\" she corrected, \"that I realized what a good friend he really is. Gabriel—my ex—he's not the first guy to treat me badly. He was fine at first, but then we got to UW and he had girls throwing themselves at him and he turned into a total shit. I was about to break up with him anyway when Alex turned up, but... I wasn't looking for a rebound. I still can't believe I hooked up with Alex like that. God, that was so crazy.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I can believe it,\" Lorelei put in with a quiet, sly smile." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"But tell me,\" she said seriously, \"do you regret it?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"No,\" Taylor answered. She fidgeted a bit." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't. I've been happy about it, actually. I just... I felt safe with Alex all of a sudden. Like emotionally, before those guys turned up. Even—right when I saw him shopping there, I had this instant reaction like, 'Hey, that's my friend who's always so nice to me. I've missed him.' But then my boss was all over him, and that pissed me off, and once I had chased her off just being alone with Alex felt so good... and, well, hot. So I guess I felt like there was something special there. But now here he is getting into who knows how many women's pants, just like Gabe!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lorelei tilted her head thoughtfully and said, \"Consider this: if the attentions of other women have changed Gabriel, do they seem to have changed Alex?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She thought about it. \"Not really, no.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"They have,\" Lorelei admitted, \"in that he is much more confident now. But where your ex-boyfriend apparently fell to his ego, Alex is desperate to stay grounded. He's terrified of harming or betraying anyone. As I said, my greatest challenge with him has been in getting him to let go of his inhibitions and overwrought concerns for the feelings of others and just have a good time. I think you'll find that Alex won't let his success corrupt him.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Taylor's arms went around her sides, then back down into her lap." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I guess I can see that.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"And so here you are.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lorelei stepped a little closer, taking Taylor's hand as if they were close friends." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Taylor... While you may not be looking for a new boyfriend, I think that night at the mall isn't over for you yet. He's not looking for a serious romantic relationship with you, but that intimacy was not lost on him, either.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're saying he'd be a good friend with benefits?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Taylor asked. The faintest hints of a self-deprecating and yet hopeful smile played at the corners of her lips." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I imagine so,\" Lorelei smiled, \"but that will be for the two of you to decide. What matters is that he cares about you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It seems crazy that you're okay with it being more than that.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lorelei's smile turned both dark and inviting." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I would love to help you both,\" she offered." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Taylor's eyes widened. That was not what she meant." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Woah,\" she said, \"I'm not into—\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Taylor,\" Lorelei broke in." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her tone grew soothing, but in a way that hardly calmed Taylor all." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I am something of an expert in body language. You seem to be dealing with a bit of restlessness here... a not unpleasant restlessness.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The younger girl's eyes remained wide, like a deer in headlights." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lorelei came ever closer." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You are entirely safe with Alex,\" she murmured." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her hands slid up Taylor's arms." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And you are entirely safe with me. What is said and done here will only leave this room if you wish it.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Shuddering with every breath, Taylor fell to a complete loss for words." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Instinct held her in place." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She wasn't entirely sure what was going to happen, nor if she really wanted it, but at the same time she didn't want to stop it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lorelei paused, feeling the girl shake like a leaf." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Apart from ensuring Taylor's calm and honesty, she used no supernatural influence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lorelei had advantages of beauty that few mortals could match, of course, but she also possessed natural sensitivity to desire and vast experience." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"If you wish me to stop,\" Lorelei reassured her, \"I will stop.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her kiss was soft on Taylor's lips." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She pressed gently, feeling only the slightest, reflexive return from the nervous girl." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lorelei's kiss slid across Taylor's mostly closed mouth patiently and invitingly until she felt Taylor's lips begin to part." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then she moved in a bit closer, bringing legs and breasts against each another as she gathered Taylor into an embrace." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Taylor's willingness grew. She was timid at first, but her head began to swim and she felt herself getting warm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Taylor had never kissed another girl." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She hadn't even considered it outside of musing that it wouldn't be so bad whenever the issue came up in a film and such." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Taylor had been to parties where guys had encouraged it, but she wasn't one for putting on a show for a crowd of guys just looking to get their jollies." }, { "from": "human", "value": "This, however, was entirely different." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Taylor felt something entirely new as she melted into the arms of Alex's strange, endlessly confident lover." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her arms slipped around Lorelei as she moved from shy recipient to hungry participant." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She let go of her fears and instead found herself holding Lorelei around the waist, then by the shoulders, then even with her hands roaming over Lorelei's perfectly rounded ass." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her body toned up under Lorelei's attentions." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Given her natural beauty and youth, the changes were slight." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Taylor didn't feel a thing." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tiny blemishes in her skin faded away." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The last of her scrapes and bruises from her tumbles on Wednesday disappeared." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her stomach tightened only by a small amount, but what was already quite attractive became downright unfair." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lorelei had felt Alex's pleasure for the last twenty minutes and more as he threw himself into the joyous task of driving his sexy young partner to ecstasy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He only allowed the briefest respite after their first romp before he began a second." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lorelei could see him through Jocelyn's eyes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tormented with that arousal, Lorelei fought the urge to rip Taylor's clothes to shreds and take her right there in the bathroom." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Time for that later, though, she thought." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentence." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Her plan, conceived in mere seconds after Alex had mentioned this party two days ago, moved along quite well. She could maintain her self-control long enough to see it through." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Narrative Continuation Protocol:\nQuantity: 2 sentences\nStyle: Elliot Kay\nGenre: Paranormal Fantasy, Erotica\nContext: Part of larger work" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"... seduced her like she's just some common trollop, and now he's in bed with her doing—!\"\n\n\"I know,\" Rachel said, a hungrily appreciative look on her face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She sat with Hannah on her rooftop, doing absolutely nothing to conceal her interest." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I can see him and your girl right now. So fucking hot. She's a moaner, too.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You don't see anything wrong with this?!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jocelyn's guardian angel pressed. He stood on the rooftop's ledge, glaring down at Rachel in exasperation." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Of course I do,\" Rachel nodded, still staring toward the house. \"This is nine kinds of fucked up. I've got no drink, I've got no popcorn...\" And I'm not in that bed with him instead of her, she added silently, but that was best kept to herself." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Rachel,\" Hannah counseled, \"you're not being very nice to Sidney. He's a fine guardian angel with an excellent track record.\"\n\n\"Well Sidney should quit being such a Mary about all this!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Rachel snorted. She looked up at the other guardian." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Seriously, loosen up! She led him up to that bedroom. And he's not the first guy she's been with, is he?\" Sidney folded his arms and looked away. Rachel pressed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Is he? How many guys, Sidney?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Three,\" huffed the angel standing beside her. \"Though the only one that she wasn't in love with before now was that Gabriel boy.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hah!\" Rachel snapped, then blinked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Wait, is that the same one dating that Taylor girl?\"\n\n\"Gabriel pined away for Jocelyn before dating Taylor,\" Sidney frowned." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He waved his hand dismissively." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It was brief. I think they were both dazzled by one another's popularity. Jocelyn indulged him a bit too far, but broke it off. I knew then she could do better. Just like now.\"\n\n\"Fat chance of that,\" Rachel responded dryly." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I wonder if Taylor's coming tonight, though?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 3 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then she saw another guardian angel fly out of the second floor. This one was a tall woman with dark hair, broad shoulders, and icy, accusatory blue eyes directed straight at Rachel. \"You!\" she barked. \"I need to talk to you about your Alex and that raging, indiscriminate whore!\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "The user will write a segment from a longer work then you need to write around eight sentences continuing directly from it. Try to mimic the style of Elliot Kay in the Paranormal Fantasy, Erotica genre. Note that characters may appear without introduction." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"We should not take this too far,\" Lorelei murmured.\n\n\"No?\" Taylor whimpered back. She blinked then, coming down a bit from their long, hot make-out session. \"No,\" she agreed. \"I can't... oh my God. I've never done this.\"\n\nThe seductive smile she saw in response left her willpower in tatters all over again. \"You're a natural, Taylor,\" Lorelei said in a quiet, encouraging voice. She continued to caress Taylor's head, her neck and her shoulders. She trailed soft kisses across Taylor's face and teased her lips with more." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"This is so bad,\" Taylor thought aloud." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"No,\" Lorelei shook her head. \"It's fine. This is all fine. What you have to decide is whether or not you want more. More of me... and more of Alex. Yours for the taking.\"\n\nTaylor inhaled with a tremor. She had no idea what she could possibly say to that. With each passing heartbeat, she also wondered more and more if she could possibly turn it down.\n\n\"It's all up to you,\" Lorelei said. \"I will not pressure you. Nor would Alex. He cares for you, and he wants you to be happy more than he desires you. I will always honor that.\" Her hands had not come off of Taylor, though, nor had their closeness become any less charged." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I have to think about this,\" Taylor admitted." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 4 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Of course,\" came Lorelei's understanding response. \"I have a proposition for you, though. Something to perhaps put your thoughts in context.\" She backed up a step, took a deep breath, and let the tension diminish. \"And then I must ask of you a slightly awkward and more immediate favor.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Mode: Collab writing\nContext: May reference existing characters/world\nAmount: nine sentences\nVoice: Elliot Kay" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Well, I don't actually know him,\" Brittany said as the party shifted to the front of the house. \"He goes to my school. I haven't talked to him before tonight, but I've seen him there.\"\n\nAlistair nodded, asking nothing more. He received the sketched images over his phone half an hour ago. Alistair hadn't looked immediately after the contraption buzzed. Though younger in mindset and more adaptable than many of his kind, even Alistair didn't care for the presumptuous urgency of modern communications.\n\nSerendipity made itself plain, though, when he got around to checking the message. He didn't expect anything from his liege tonight. The vampire could barely contain his excitement when he viewed the images attached to the request for all in the city to look for two individuals." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He had his phone's camera ready just in time for a snapshot of Carlisle as he hustled past." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was a usable picture. Alistair knew this would win the favor of Lady Anastacia for quite some time.\n\nBrittany vanished once more, but Alistair hardly cared. He immediately sent off the picture along with Carlisle's name and school. He briefly considered relaying his location, but decided to wait. Best to display his unhesitating observance of duty with this immediate response, then later follow up with a hard-won trove of exclusive information.\n\nEngaging either target in conversation appeared difficult. Alistair would have to break through either a pack of dazzled girls or a herd of aroused, hopeful young men depending on which target he chose. He suspected Carlisle would be unreceptive to anything more than a platonic approach." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The woman had endless confidence and seemed entirely uninterested in anyone but Carlisle." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She, too, could be tough to seduce.\n\nA hand touched his arm. \"Excuse me?\" a voice asked. Alistair turned to see a pretty brunette. Her expression was shy but eager.\n\n\"Yes?\" Alistair asked, nodding as if in a subtle bow. \"What might I do for such a lovely vision?\"\n\n\"Aw,\" the girl grinned. She leaned in to pass along a secret." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Lorelei's been watching you all night. You know who I mean?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alistair nodded. \"She'd like to see you... in the upstairs bathroom.\"\n\nOf course she would, Alistair thought, though he presented an air of surprise and flattery. \"Thank you so much,\" he said, pausing to take the girl's hand and kiss it. She giggled and squirmed the way girls so often did under his attention, and then winked at him as he stepped away.\n\nHe could've sworn she muttered, \"Douchebag,\" as he left... but that would be ridiculous.\n\nAlistair glided up the stairs to his rendezvous. It was about time, he thought, that the woman gave up on her feigned disinterest. She faced a master of that game, and sure enough, her resolve had wavered. At the top of the stairs, outside the bathroom door, Alistair smiled." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He heard the shower running. Intriguing, he thought." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He knocked. A voice carrying more than one note of invitation responded with, \"Enter.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The open window over the shower allowed the steam to escape without fogging up the mirrors. Still, some condensation gathered on the shower door, blurring the view of the naked perfection on the other side. The little black dress lay over the closed toilet lid. Alistair smiled. Her odd approach to seduction had its charm.\n\n\"I was hoping you would join me,\" Lorelei said. \"I hate to shower alone.\"\n\n\"That would be a tragedy,\" Alistair agreed, already shedding his clothes.\n\n\"Lock the door?\"\n\n\"Of course,\" he nodded, turning to give the doorknob the requisite twist." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Everyone's distracted downstairs by some tomfoolery in the front yard, anyway.\"\n\n\"Excellent.\" She slid the glass open just enough to peek around, and to extend a beckoning hand to her pale visitor. \"Come to me.\"\n\nSmiling, Alistair complied. Clearly she wasn't so attached to her \"love\" downstairs as she had let on. That, too, hardly surprised Alistair.\n\nShe retreated into the shower as he stepped forward. He drank in the vision of her naked, wet glory, feeling his appetites stir as she gestured for him to join her under the spraying water. Her hands reached for his pale face, drawing him in close.\n\nTheir mouths joined. Their bodies slid together. Lorelei wrapped her arms around his naked back, pulling him against her as she exhaled into their deep kiss." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alistair's eyes went wide with agony and utter panic. He flailed and beat against her, unable to break her grip, but it was already too late to scream. The flames she gently breathed into him rushed straight down his throat.\n\nAlistair caught fire from the inside out as Lorelei exhaled. The water cut down on the flare-ups that erupted from various parts of his body as he burned down in her arms. He didn't give off much smoke; vampires rarely did when they burned. The open window took care of what little plumes he gave off.\n\nLorelei shivered at the exquisite rush of ending someone in her arms once more. It wasn't the same as drawing out a victim's soul along the way." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nor could any of that compare to the ongoing joy and satisfaction she derived from her lover." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Nothing could compare to him. She knew that for sure now—and found it reassuring.\n\nBut this would still put a spring in her step.\n\nSoon, Lorelei stepped around the wet lumps of ash to nudge them apart, easing their path down the drain. She hummed an ancient tune as she washed away every trace of her victim." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Write 7 sentences sentences in the style of Elliot Kay spawning from what the user wrote. Note: Characters and worldbuilding may appear mid-story." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The staredown on the front porch between Wade and Gabriel held until Alex arrived." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Gabriel,\" he said, \"you wanted to talk to me?\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" Gabriel shouted, stepping back from Wade and then jabbing a finger in Alex's direction. \"Are you fucking my girlfriend?\"\n\n\"Nnnno, I'm standing here wondering why you're making a scene,\" Alex frowned. The door didn't close behind him. A throng of spectators looked through it, as well as through the windows.\n\n\"I'mma beat your ass, faggot,\" the taller young man snarled." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hey, hold on there,\" objected Number 14, \"we don't gotta be all homophobic an' shit.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sadly, everyone ignored him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Gabriel, seriously, chill out,\" Alex said, holding his hands up in a gesture of peace. \"Do you honestly think coming up here all crazy is going to accomplish anything?\"\n\n\"Curb stomping your ass would be enough. You've had your nose in my business ever since I hooked up with her.\"\n\n\"I'm her friend, Gabriel. I was her friend before you two ever hooked up. I never made a move to steal her away and you damn well know it. I've hardly talked to her in over a year.\"\n\n\"Yeah, until this week! Did you fuck her?\"\n\nAlex tried to keep his cool. \"Dude. What do you want me to say? I'm not gonna tell you anything about Taylor, 'cause that's Taylor's business.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Whatever. There's still you and me.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh God,\" Alex sighed." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Precise word count needed: 'though' × 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Look, I don't want to fight. Seriously, I've been in three fuckin' fights this week. So what is it? What do I have to say to resolve this? That you're the better man? I'm sure you are, Gabriel. I'm sure all the chicks dig you more than me. You've got a big time basketball career and I'm nobody.\" It was tough to say it all with any sincerity, and though Alex failed, he at least tried. At first. As he went on, though, he fell to sarcastic rambling. \"Gonna be famous. Rich. You're a snazzy dresser... uh... I'm sure you've got a tremendous penis...\"\n\n\"Not compared to you, he doesn't,\" snorted Jocelyn from her spot among the open window crowded with observers.\n\nThe crowd laughed. Alex winced. \"Aw, fuck.\"\n\nGabriel's eyes flared. His right jab caught Alex on the left side of his jaw and knocked him over." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Required word frequency: 'gabriel's' (2x)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As Alex stumbled, Drew's leg came up over and around him in a crescent kick that smashed right into Gabriel's face.\n\nWith that, it was on, and the fight quickly became a tangled mess. Drew and Wade each faced two of Gabriel's teammates. Shouting erupted from inside and then from partygoers who came out from around the back of the house to watch. Most yelled random quips of bloodthirsty enjoyment.\n\nGabriel recovered only a heartbeat sooner than his foe. The enraged youth tackled Alex, carrying him off the porch and into the entrance of the side yard." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Spectators scattered out of the way." }, { "from": "system", "value": "🎯 Target word: 'number' | Required occurrences: 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The two struggled, throwing awkward and half-effective blows.\n\nFinally, Alex punched Gabriel directly in the throat. Gabriel jerked backward, choking and giving Alex a second to catch his breath again. He saw Wade wrestling with the blond ball player; the other one that had jumped him was already on the ground, clutching his knee. Drew pummeled another of Gabriel's boys.\n\nThe fourth, Number 14, quickly saw that he really didn't want a piece of Drew. Number 14 spotted Alex as he rose and rushed over to put him down again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was all too fast." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Number 14 caught Alex before he could get his footing. They both tumbled down the small rise of landscaping between the house and the sidewalk.\n\nOn the rooftop across the street, Martina groaned. The angels all saw what would happen next. \"Aw, dammit,\" she mumbled as she darted across the street.\n\n\"Run, Forrest, run!\" Rachel called out after her with laughter.\n\nIt was a minor challenge for a guardian angel's speed, but it had to be taken seriously." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Martina made it to the sidewalk an instant before the tumbling combatants hit. Her hand slipped under Number 14's head before it could hit the concrete, reducing what would have been a debilitating injury to a very mild bump. His body wound up absorbing most of the impact of the landing for Alex.\n\nNumber 14 grunted and coughed, but powered through the pain. He was about to throw a punch before Alex could recover when suddenly he let out a garbled wail of pain and crumpled to the ground.\n\nJason stood over him with a stun gun in his hand. \"Dude, check out what I bought at the mall!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "he grinned to Alex.\n\nUnseen by all of them, Martina looked down at her fallen charge with disappointment. \"I knew you should've taken the scholarship at Central Washington.\"\n\n\"Guh,\" Alex grunted, waving at Jason as he rushed back to the house. Gabriel waited for him, ready to take another swing. Alex held out little hope of putting Gabriel down alone. His recent experiences in fighting aside, Alex knew who had all the physical advantages." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Gabriel was significantly larger and a star college athlete. Alex had been a mediocre high school swimmer.\n\nAlex focused on catching Gabriel's fist as soon as he threw a punch. He grabbed and twisted Gabriel's right wrist with one, then both hands. Gabriel's other fist came into Alex's side, twice, then a third time, but Alex didn't worry about that. Painful as the blows were, Alex hung on. If he couldn't pull this off, or if one of his friends didn't come bail him out, he would really get his ass kicked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alex clung to Gabriel's right hand, which didn't stay in a fist the whole time as they struggled. The pounding Gabriel delivered with his free hand just had to be endured. Finally, Alex got hold of Gabriel's thumb and shoved it backward as hard as he could. He felt it snap.\n\n\"Aaargh!\" Gabriel roared. He shoved Alex away. With his goal achieved and his side throbbing with pain, Alex didn't hang on." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He stumbled to the ground on one knee, gasping for breath." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Gabriel stared at his hand in worry and rage." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Stupid motherfucker, you broke my thumb!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Words didn't come any easier than breathing did. \"People get hurt in fights, Gabe,\" Alex croaked. \"And then they can't do things like play college sports. And then they have to explain why they got hurt.\"\n\nHe forced himself to his feet. \"People tried to kill me this week, douche. None of this parking lot after school bullshit. You wanna beat my ass, fine, whatever makes you feel better. I can't beat you. But I'll take you off the roster for this season before I go down. Is it worth that to you?\"\n\nAs if to punctuate his statement, Gabriel's tall, blond teammate fell to the ground between them like a sack of potatoes, rolling a bit to one side with a groan. Wade stepped over to Alex's side, breathing heavily but still standing straight." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ah'm not much f'r fightin' fair, either,\" he frowned. A moment later, Jason stood beside them.\n\nBack behind them, someone yelled, \"Uncle!\" and it plainly wasn't Drew.\n\nSomeone asked, \"Wade, could you move, please?\"\n\nWade blinked and stepped aside. Taylor rushed through to plant an enraged fist up into Gabriel's gut." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The tall youth's eyes bulged in shock as all the air left him.\n\n\"You stalked me here, you stupid fucking asshole!?\" Taylor roared. \"What part of 'I don't want to see you again' do you not understand!?\" Gabriel tried to grunt something in response, but Taylor just slapped him. \"Do I need to get a restraining order on you? Should I just go talk to the coaching staff?\"\n\n\"Nnnoo,\" Gabriel managed to groan.\n\n\"I thought about calling the cops, actually,\" called out another voice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Sherri stood on the porch next to Lorelei with her cell phone in her hand." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Just three little numbers. Nine. One. One,\" she narrated as she tapped the keys. \"And then all I have to do is press 'Send' in ten... nine... eight...\"\n\nThe intruders got to their feet and shuffled off. The crowd of observers turned back inside.\n\n\"Hi, Taylor,\" Alex ventured.\n\nShe turned to him, but then looked to Wade. \"Hey,\" she said, \"I haven't seen you since you got back. Thanks.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"F'r whut?\" Wade blinked.\n\nTaylor gave him a hug. \"For coming home alive.\"\n\n\"Heh,\" Wade grinned. When she let him go, he turned to head back inside. He was stopped in his tracks by Lorelei... who, oddly, paused to toss a tied-up garbage bag full of something or other down to the driveway. Her hair was wet, too, as if she'd just gotten out of the shower.\n\n\"I can't leave you alone without you getting into trouble, can I?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "she smiled at Alex." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hey, I think this is just what happens when I go out with you,\" he huffed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I can't take you anywhere.\"\n\n\"Ah. All my fault, surely.\" Lorelei turned her attention to his friends. \"Since the four of you gentlemen are all together now,\" she said, \"I would very much like to have a private chat.\" The young men exchanged curious glances and shrugs as Lorelei sauntered back into the house.\n\nAlex felt a tug on his sleeve. He turned to find Taylor staring at him with a somewhat accusatory smirk on her face." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Hi?\" he tried again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Jocelyn? Really, Alex?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Oh my God!\" Alex blurted guiltily." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was still stooped over, clutching his side. \"I was—we—wait, you're fucking with me right now, aren't you?\" he said, seeing her face split into a laugh. \"You're not mad at all!\"\n\n\"Maybe a little,\" she shrugged. \"Now I'm gonna have to hear all about it from her. Thanks for that, by the way. Real pal. Always looking out for me,\" she rambled dryly.\n\n\"What, that thing with Gabriel?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 8 sentences." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Add this exact quote somewhere appropriate: \"You're still fucking with me.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What? God, no. I'm still talking about Jocelyn. This fight thing was totally unnecessary. If you had gotten me, I'd have just punched him just like I did and it would've been over. But no, you dumb boys have to have your stupid fight.\"\n\n\"You're still fucking with me.\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" Taylor smiled. \"Y'know, she said you don't know how to let go and have a good time, but she didn't tell me you're spectacular about it.\"\n\n\"You've been talking to her?\"\n\n\"Yes. She's cool. Now go see what she wants.\"\n\nJason joined Alex as he turned to do just that. His stun gun buzzed. \"This was totally worth sixty bucks,\" Jason grinned." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Mode:\nCo-writing\nContext: Match existing character familiarity or establish new\nLength:\n11 sentences\nGenre:\nParanormal Fantasy, Erotica" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Rachel's smile was utterly smug and utterly merciless.\n\n\"You can't seriously think you won that bet,\" Timothy objected. \"Your boy admitted he couldn't win! My guy was all over him!\"\n\n\"Who's going home crying, Timothy? Who's still at the party?\"\n\n\"He could've stuck it out long enough to put Alex in the dirt,\" Martina grumbled at Timothy, \"but he didn't. The whole thing was dumb to begin with, but he could've seen it through.\"\n\nRachel nodded, folding her arms across her chest. \"Wear it like a hat, bitches.\"\n\nTimothy glared at her sullenly. It was all just teasing. No harm was done. \"Fine,\" Timothy frowned. \"What do you want?\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Mode: Collab writing\nContext: May reference existing characters/world\nAmount: nine sentences\nVoice: Elliot Kay" }, { "from": "human", "value": "The suite was quiet and dark." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "All the sounds of passionate, generous lovemaking between three people had been reduced to the soft coming together of two. Lorelei settled down on top of Alex with a long and loving kiss, enjoying the feeling of him inside her.\n\nAlex looked to his left. Taylor lay sound asleep with a slight smile on her lips. \"She will not awaken without a little encouragement,\" whispered the succubus. \"You will need to sleep, too, but I wanted you to myself first.\"\n\n\"Thank you for this,\" Alex said.\n\n\"Oh, it wasn't for you alone,\" Lorelei grinned. Her skin had taken on a decidedly red tone once Taylor drifted off." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Small, curved horns jutted out from just below her hairline." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Somewhere in your response, you need to say: \"Because you told me to confirm I'd be there in a way that she'd see it. And you arranged this tonight.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He smiled broadly at the sight. He had feared they would be large and unattractive, but as it turned out they only enhanced her image of wicked beauty. As with her tail, he doubted he'd see much of them, anyway.\n\nLorelei made no mention of it. \"She came looking for you,\" the succubus noted.\n\n\"Because you told me to confirm I'd be there in a way that she'd see it. And you arranged this tonight.\"\n\n\"And tomorrow,\" she grinned promisingly. \"And tomorrow night. She is hungry. This is by no means over.\"\n\n\"So, like I said, thank you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You're welcome.\" She continued to grind against him. \"I do not expect she will want a formal relationship or commitment,\" she cautioned. \"She's no one's harem girl. But I suggested she had certain freedoms with you. I hope I have gauged your feelings accurately.\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" Alex nodded. \"I'll have to talk to her.\"\n\n\"I will find time to leave you two alone,\" Lorelei murmured. Gasps and soft whimpers punctuated her words. \"Intimacy requires some privacy.\"\n\n\"I want to tell her everything, Lorelei,\" he said. \"The guys know. She deserves to know, too.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Lorelei nodded. Alex added, \"She'll probably freak out, though.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 7 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I can help with that,\" Lorelei offered. \"No brainwashing, just an allaying of fears until she hears everything.\"\n\n\"You like her, too, don't you?\"\n\nA naughty smile crept across his lover's face. \"Yes. I would enjoy having her to myself a little, if you would approve. I swear to take good care of her.\"\n\n\"How am I ever supposed to deny you?\"\n\n\"Wise man,\" Lorelei whispered into his mouth as her kiss descended upon him." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Mode: Collab writing\nContext: May reference existing characters/world\nAmount: nine sentences\nVoice: Elliot Kay" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Loyalties\n\nThe Ambrose Gang ruled the county for two years—right up until the night that the piano player at the Royale wanted to die.\n\nNobody wanted to face down fourteen hardened gunmen, especially ones with hands as swift and steady as the Ambrose boys themselves. They commanded the sort of respect that comes from abject fear. They had money, power and the freedom to rape, rob and murder with impunity. Poppa Ambrose even seemed to have a high placement in the coming state government all sewn up with bribes put in all the right pockets. They had it all.\n\nThe only mistake came when Danny and Whitney Ambrose and Oscar Jameson decided on a night of drinking, whoring and playing cards.\n\n\"Why the hell ain't he playin'?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Danny asked. He sat at the poker table with his cousins, gun on his hip and a bottle in his hand. His erstwhile sidekick, Oscar, was upstairs with one whore or another. It was a busy enough night; most of the seats in the saloon were filled, but it just wasn't the same without music. Across the saloon floor, Tom just sat at his piano staring at the keys.\n\n\"Guess he ain't in the mood,\" the dealer frowned.\n\n\"Ain't he bein' paid to play?\" growled Danny.\n\nThe dealer opted to ignore the question with a sigh, hoping the topic would be dropped. It would be better if Tom would start playing, but that didn't look likely.\n\nJuanita came by to lean on the side of the piano." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"She left on the train,\" she said." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I know,\" Tom acknowledged in a soft, wounded voice." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He didn't look up from the keys.\n\n\"I didn't think she'd leave before she had the money.\"\n\n\"She got it from me.\"\n\n\"Oh? I thought you were hoping to leave with her?\"\n\nTom just shrugged. \"Was. She didn't have enough money to get back to Ireland. I didn't have enough money to go with her. I was close. Showed her the other night. Then we had that fight.\"\n\n\"Ay. Heard some of that. You shouldn't have said those things,\" said the Royale's senior female \"entertainer.\" Compassion could be heard in her tone, but it was jaded. Matter-of-fact. Juanita called things as she saw them.\n\n\"I was hurt. I was stupid. I knew her better than that.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Gone now, though. You gave it to her to make up for the fight?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"She took all my money from my room,\" Tom mumbled. \"With what she had, it's enough to get her back to Ireland.\" After a moment, he said, \"I shouldn't have called her a whore.\"\n\n\"She is a whore. We're all whores.\"\n\n\"I shouldn't have said it like it's an insult,\" he corrected.\n\nAt that, Juanita inclined her head, nodding like a teacher satisfied with her student. \"Not as much fun getting by on your back as people like to make it sound.\"\n\n\"It's gotta be a hard way to live.\"\n\n\"And to lose your husband out here so far from home? Have to turn to whoring to get by? Yes. Awful. She thought she had something special with you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I thought so, too. I knew what she had to do. I just... couldn't stand it anymore. Having to wait. Having to be around while she worked. I just snapped. But I didn't think it was such a bad fight.\"\n\nJuanita shrugged, about to say something else. She never got it out.\n\n\"Aw, y'all talkin' about Siobhan?\" asked Danny Ambrose. He came over to the piano, his speech only slightly slurred by drinking and his posture only a little stooped. \"Yeah, she's a beauty. All that curly red hair. Screams nice, too.\"\n\nTom just stared at the piano keys. Juanita turned away to hide her scowl.\n\n\"I was hopin' to fuck her again tonight,\" Danny mused, \"but I guess that ain't gonna happen. 's too bad. I figured she'd be a little nicer to me after the lesson I gave her last time. Anyway, hey. Piano player. Play something, for fuck's sake. Somethin' cheery. Me an' my boys're gonna clean out that mess of redskins north of here tomorrow. Wanna have a good party tonight before we hit the trail.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He reached out to shove a pair of bills into the breast pocket of Tom's vest." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tom didn't look up.\n\n\"Yes, sir,\" Tom mumbled. He reached without looking for some sheet music.\n\n\"Y'all need t' read music?\" Danny asked. \"Heard you before. Never saw you need sheets. Hell, ev'ryone says you're the best piano player west of the Mississippi.\"\n\n\"I might be a bit out of sorts tonight, sir,\" Tom answered.\n\n\"Gotcha. Everyone's got a bad night now and again. Guess you're broken up about our favorite whore leavin', too, huh? Well, I hear ya. It's sad for me, too. I wanted that tight little asshole again. Maybe I'll just take Juanita's tonight instead. Huh, Juanita?\"\n\nJuanita turned away. \"Hhh. Anyway, buck up,\" Danny said, lightly smacking his hand against Tom's face a couple times. \"Play somethin' nice, for fuck's sake.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "With that, he roamed back to his table, where his back was to the piano." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Incorporate 'siobhan' into your response exactly 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tom stopped shuffling the music. He couldn't play anything in a mood like this.\n\nIt was over. He'd never find Siobhan, not now. Not without any money to follow her, nor any clue where in Ireland she was headed. Surely Siobhan wasn't even her real name. She was smarter than that.\n\nBut after listening to Danny ramble, Tom forgave her. He understood the pain in her eyes. His jealousy had gotten the better of him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She couldn't make him understand why she had to act the way she did with other men." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Include 'couldn't' 3 time(s) in your answer - no more, no less" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Danny made him understand, though.\n\nDanny also made Tom understand why she stole all of Tom's savings and ran. Tom got it now. He couldn't blame her. Couldn't blame anyone for running away from that. As Juanita said, there wasn't all that much fun in making a living on your back. Tom never figured otherwise, but there was thinking and then there was understanding.\n\nHe forgave Siobhan completely, as if there were ever anything to forgive. But he couldn't forgive himself." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His feelings all sorted out, Tom rose from the bench." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He walked over the poker table, where Danny and Whitney sat side by side. Tom stood between them. They didn't notice him until he snatched the revolvers from each man's holster—Danny was right-handed, Whitney was a lefty—and, without looking, hurled the guns to either side of the saloon. Danny's fell beside the piano. Whitney's crashed into the rack of bottles behind the bar.\n\nTom quickly overturned Danny's chair, sending him tumbling off to his left. Whitney jumped up with that right-handed knife that Tom knew would be coming. Tom grabbed Whitney's wrist, twisted it and shoved the blade up into Whitney's stomach. He let Whitney collapse with a gasp." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Disbelief overrode the alarm in Danny's eyes as he rose." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I am the best piano player in the west,\" Tom said simply. \"I've also been in more bar fights than you've been in bars.\"\n\nAfter a few of his punches struck only air, Danny understood that it was no idle boast. Whitney screamed in alarm, calling out for Oscar as Tom dodged one swing after another. Tom stepped over Whitney, backing away from Danny's fists until Danny stumbled over his fallen cousin.\n\nTom caught hold of Danny's collar as he fell. A single punch crushed Danny's nose. He punched relentlessly, pounding blood and teeth out of the face of the notorious gunman. He didn't stop until he had to help Danny stay up." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tom let the outlaw fall back against a chair.\n\nThen he went to work with his booted foot on Danny's crotch. He stomped once for every prostitute at the Royale. A bloody stain began to spread at Danny's groin.\n\nSatisfied with that, Tom turned Danny's twisted right arm over onto the table next to him. He grabbed the nearest bottle, smashed it over Danny's hand and then stabbed the jagged, broken remains just below the bottle's broken neck into Danny's palm.\n\nThe guests and workers of the Royale watched in stunned silence. The only sounds were Danny and Whitney Ambrose's gurgling, anguished screams.\n\n\"Hold on, Whitney!\" someone yelled from upstairs." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm comin'! I'm comin'!\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Tom watched the top of the staircase." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He grabbed another bottle and waited. When Oscar Jameson appeared in his long johns, rifle in hand, Tom hurled the bottle with enough force and accuracy to smash it straight in Oscar's face. The drunk, surprised gunman lost his balance and came tumbling down the stairs.\n\nOscar lay there for only a second before Tom's booted heel came down on Oscar's right hand with a resounding crunch. The piano player waited out Oscar's howl of pain. \"Done now?\" he asked. \"Alright. Take your pick of your friends here to Poppa Ambrose. I'll stay with the other.\"\n\nAt that, people began clearing out. They didn't wait for Oscar to get to his feet, to evaluate the damage to his shooting hand, or to see him drag Poppa Ambrose's pride and joy out of the bar." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He left Whitney behind." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Maybe the younger Ambrose cousin would make it; maybe he wouldn't. Probably not.\n\nThe last to leave was Juanita, who looked on at Tom in shock. She watched him collect Danny's pistol from behind the bar, check to see that it was loaded, and do the same for Whitney's gun. \"You should probably leave,\" Tom said.\n\n\"They're going to kill you,\" Juanita breathed.\n\n\"Seems likely,\" Tom shrugged. \"Three less of 'em for anyone else to deal with, though. None of them are gonna be gunslingin' ever again.\"\n\n\"You don't have to do this.\" She was still in awe." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The Ambrose boys had roamed all over those parts for months." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She didn't think anyone would stand up to them, nor did she blame people for not trying." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"It's done,\" Tom said sadly. \"Head out. Hopefully I'll take out one or two more before it's over.\"\n\nHe didn't have long to wait. With only one lunatic piano player to deal with, Poppa Ambrose didn't wait on the whole gang. Only seven of them came, plus the injured Oscar, all on horses in the dirty street outside the saloon. Everyone else cleared well out of the way.\n\n\"Come on out here, Tommy!\" Poppa Ambrose said once everyone dismounted. With his usual flair for dramatics, he hadn't even drawn a gun." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Nobody pointed their rifles toward the saloon, nor were pistols drawn." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As Poppa told them, this was someone trying to make a stand. Some fool making a show of standing up to the bullies. He'd want to be dramatic, too. There'd be words before the shooting. The townsfolk couldn't be allowed to see the Ambrose Gang cowed.\n\nThey waited outside until Tom appeared with Whitney's gun belt around his waist. The gun, as Poppa had predicted, still sat in the holster. Poppa Ambrose opened his mouth to speak.\n\nIt was just enough of a delay for Tom to whip up the gun he'd held just behind his leg to shoot Dick Ambrose." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The bullet hit him squarely in the chest." }, { "from": "system", "value": "🎯 Target word: 'himself' | Required occurrences: 2" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Poppa's eldest son was the second-fastest draw in the family after Danny. He got one shot off, striking Tom in the chest, but not in time to save himself.\n\nMore gunfire followed. In their surprise and general lack of sobriety, the Ambrose gang's marksmanship wasn't exactly sharp. Tom, by contrast, concern himself more with his aim than survival. He got out three more shots; one went wild, but one went straight through Willie Talbot's gut. The other, planted in Chris Fisher's leg, wasn't fatal. The infection that would arise two mornings later finished the job.\n\nTom Graham died on the steps of the Royale, face down and bleeding out from a dozen bullet holes. Poppa Ambrose watched him die, just as he'd seen the death of his son, Dick." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He would later see Whitney die of his wounds." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Danny never fully recovered.\n\nThere was no one to lynch for it. No one to drag screaming through the streets by horse, no one to make an example of for the town.\n\nThere were, however, considerably fewer of the Ambrose gang for the local sheriffs to worry about. The gang lost its vaunted fastest draws that night. A week later, men with badges carried out warrants that had waited in desk drawers for months. With the gang's numbers so diminished, there were then even fewer of them around to retaliate against the piecemeal arrests until it was too late.\n\nWhen Dick, Whitney and the others were buried, only the members of the gang who weren't already in jail showed up.\n\nThe whole town turned out for Tom Graham's funeral." }, { "from": "human", "value": "People came from miles around, right in the view of Poppa and Danny Ambrose, to see him laid to rest." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 3 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His pallbearers included the town marshal, the county sheriff, the mayor, and the town's preacher. Everyone who knew him came, along with dozens who didn't.\n\nEveryone except Siobhan." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Mode:\nCo-writing\nContext: Match existing character familiarity or establish new\nLength:\n11 sentences\nGenre:\nParanormal Fantasy, Erotica" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Cruel and bloody vengeance dominated Kenneth's thoughts. His mind only darkened over the twenty minutes he stood behind the van across the street. He smoked a clove cigarette, thinking about all the brutal things he would do to those two bitches once they fell under his thumb.\n\nHis Lord would let Kenneth have them for a few nights before he handed hand them over. Then again, Lord Stefan might want the Goth princess in the lacy black dress. She had something of a classic, delicate beauty. But the redhead was a punk and a dyke to boot; pretty, but marred enough by tomboyish sensibilities that Stefan wouldn't likely soil himself with her. He'd surely leave her to Kenneth, at least.\n\nWhy this hadn't been done before now was beyond him. Kenneth understood why the Indians were left alone, particularly given the muscle that their casino revenues could buy. A couple of the pagan circles in the suburbs might be more trouble than they were worth, too." }, { "from": "human", "value": "But these two bitches were all on their own." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "No back up, no coven. Not enough to defend against the Brotherhood of Apollo. Just like the old Russian witch they'd buried in Tukwila last month.\n\nThe only real question was whether the Brotherhood would make them obedient servants or just break them and dump them in Elliott Bay. Probably the former, ultimately. One simply couldn't waste magical talent, no matter how misplaced.\n\nThe rain picked up. Kenneth tapped on the window of the van. \"Manny,\" he said, \"keep alert. They'll be coming.\" Between the rain and the endless line of parked cars along the side of the street, the pair would probably feel they had enough cover to make an unseen getaway.\n\nManny nodded. The driver soon looked to Kenneth with a twirl of his fingers. Showtime." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Incorporate 'after' into your response exactly 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The two walked quickly down Broadway. He wasn't surprised that they might suspect pursuit. What could they do about it? Two hedge witches who talked tough. Hereditary herpes, my ass, he thought.\n\nManny started the van. Kenneth walked after them. Soon after that, a man looming in a doorway joined Kenneth in his pursuit. Two others positioned further ahead would cut off their escape route. The van could block them in if they got into one of the parked cars.\n\nUnsure as he was of which way the bitches would take, Kenneth had placed men down both directions of Broadway." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The pair waiting down the opposite way would follow up to ensure no telling evidence was left behind if a struggle occurred." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There would be few witnesses on a rainy, empty Sunday morning street.\n\nKenneth strode on, mouthing the words to a sorcerous curse. His fingers twitched and swirled in malevolent patterns at his side. He focused his wrath on the Goth princess, keeping his gaze fixed on her right up until the bird shit landed on his face.\n\nIt happened just as his two minions up beyond the girls had stepped into the open. Kenneth jerked back reflexively, wiping the nasty mess off his face. He looked up to see the edges of the buildings and the telephone lines above him swarming with crows, all staring down at him.\n\nA heartbeat later the murder of crows dove straight for Kenneth.\n\nThe plan unraveled. Kenneth's partner on the sidewalk yelled out and tried in vain to slap the birds away. There were just too many of them, though, all tearing away with beaks and talons and shocking ferocity. Kenneth tumbled to the ground screaming." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Up ahead, one of Kenneth's thugs lunged right for Onyx only to inexplicably fall flat on his face with an ugly crunch." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The other man fared worse; he held a stun gun, but he had nothing that would help him against the alley cat that came from out of nowhere to leap at his crotch with a frightening yowl. Distracting as that was, he never saw Molly's brass knuckles before they landed on his cheek. She laid him out with a single punch.\n\nManny rolled up near the two girls in his van as the thugs both went down. He saw the first, who had slipped in the rain, catch a brutal kick to the groin from Molly. Onyx simply looked up at Manny and pointed.\n\nPanicked, Manny threw the van into reverse and slammed the accelerator to the floor. He got away from the girls and backed up past his boss and all the angry crows. He came to a stop, though, when his van hit the patrol car coming up the street behind him.\n\nIn his rear view mirror, he saw two cops stare at him. They were both men, both in their thirties." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The driver was a white guy with short blond hair." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 9 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "His partner was black, slightly bigger and clearly unhappy.\n\n\"I swear to fuckin' God,\" Manny heard the black cop say loudly as he got out of the car, \"this is the third patrol car this year you've totaled.\"\n\n\"How do you figure!?\" the white cop snapped back, also stepping out. \"He backed into us! You saw it! The whole world saw it!\"\n\n\"Yeah, whatever. Tell it to your cat when you get home.\"\n\nThey approached the front of the van. Then the white one stopped, looking around curiously. \"Hey, Tyrone, is it just me or do you hear someone groaning in agony?\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Write 7 sentences sentences in the style of Elliot Kay spawning from what the user wrote. Note: Characters and worldbuilding may appear mid-story." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Taylor only believed their whole crazy story once she was allowed to briefly see the full devil look. All the ruthless sex and cuddling may have affected her judgment, of course. She had no other explanation for why she felt so comfortable knowing Lorelei was some fire-breathing monster from Hell. But she was a fire-breathing monster who knew how to make her feel safe—and so did Alex, for that matter. And Lorelei was also a fire-breathing monster who knew her way around Taylor's surprisingly needful body.\n\nHow the talk about Alex's crazy supernatural relations led to even more sex was something else she couldn't compute. She figured if she wasn't going to run out of the suite screaming, though, she might as well have a good time." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't know if I can take anymore apology from you two,\" Taylor sighed, \"but I don't know if I can move, either.\" Lorelei slid and crawled up over her, separated from her now only by a thin sheet from the bed. Taylor lay partially nestled against Alex on her other side, still enjoying his embrace.\n\n\"You don't have to,\" Lorelei said, pulling away from her to sit up on her knees. She looked the younger woman over with obvious appreciation. \"You'll find, though, that your body will handle far more pleasure now than it could before. Consider it another bit of apology.\"\n\n\"So is this all you do now?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "she asked Alex. \"Sex all day and night?\"\n\n\"Not exactly,\" he replied. \"We're still working out a happy medium. This is awesome, yeah, but I still want to have a life, too. I don't want to turn into lose my mind over this.\"\n\n\"Better not,\" Taylor smirked. \"I couldn't sleep with you then.\"\n\n\"Is that something you want?\" Lorelei asked her.\n\n\"Maybe once in awhile,\" Taylor admitted." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't know what to say. This is wonderful. You're both wonderful. But what that actually means, I don't know. I'm not in a rational state right now.\" She turned her head thoughtfully toward Lorelei. \"What do you want?\"\n\n\"What I have now. Things that I have longed for all these centuries, all of which I could never have admitted to myself without pain. I have love. I have friends. People who care about me for myself, and not for what power or pleasure I can offer. I need never again lay with someone who deserves only pain and death. For the first time in millennia, I feel like I am something more than sex and manipulation and murder.\"\n\nTaylor caught the eye contact between Lorelei and Alex as she spoke, and felt somewhat guilty about being between the two of them. Lorelei leaned over Taylor again. \"I should also admit that I have more than a little desire for you.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "With that, she planted a deep, aggressive kiss upon the younger woman. Then she rose from the bed. \"For all my desires, what matters most here this morning is the two of you. I should let you have some time together alone.\"\n\nTaylor lifted her head, looking from one of them to the other with a concern that she couldn't articulate. \"I don't have anything to say to one of you but not the other.\"\n\n\"You do. So does Alex. It's natural, Taylor. I am not worried. You came to the party last night looking for him, not me. He wanted to see you, too.\"\n\nAs she moved off to slip into the bathroom for a shower, Taylor turned toward Alex." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"She's really...? I feel dumb for asking this after everything she just said, but is she really okay with this?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alex laughed before he kissed her. \"You're starting to sound like me.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "expand on the story like Elliot Kay would. btw might have existing characters/lore" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Frustratingly, Daniel had no idea how to find his charge's friend. He could see Jason just fine—he'd been the boy's guardian since Jason's birth—but he had no clairvoyant connection with Jason's friends. Daniel always took issue with that. He'd always been of a mind that guardian angels should be assigned responsibilities based on personal relations like family, friendship or love." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It made more sense than the seemingly random allotment of completely unrelated charges a given guardian took on." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When the succubus showed up in Alex's life, and therefore in Jason's, Daniel couldn't intervene. His charge suffered no mortal or spiritual risk. It was objectionable, certainly—certainly! And it was plain that damage had already been done." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Daniel found his charge in the morning so completely and utterly defiled by those two blonde hussies...\n\nEven now, hours later, they still communicated with him. Jason could hardly resist. He fell deeper and deeper into their clutches with every salacious text message they sent." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It was beyond Daniel's ability to intervene." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He knew of only one angel who could take direct action because of her unique handicap. She was also a part of the problem, of course. But Daniel didn't know where to find her or her charge. As such, he had to ask around." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It took all day to track her down." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He finally found Rachel perched on the balcony rail near the top floor of a high-rise hotel overlooking Elliott Bay. She sat in the drizzle and the cold wind, intently watching through the window of one hotel room. She held a partially-empty bottle of Evan Williams bourbon in one hand. Daniel flew up to her, opening his mouth to speak, but Rachel just held up her hand." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Don't even wanna fuckin' hear it,\" she said without the slightest change in her gaze toward the hotel room." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 5 sentences." }, { "from": "system", "value": "CONSTRAINT: Include 'about' 3 time(s)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Daniel's eyes flared. Objections formed in his mouth about her rudeness, about the blatantly lewd grin on her face, and about a dozen other improper things. Before the comment escaped his lips, Rachel's hand shifted from an open palm of \"halt\" to an upturned middle finger.\n\nDaniel flew off in a huff.\n\nRachel took another long pull off her bottle. \"Fuckin' prude,\" she grunted." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Job: User writes start, you add ~three sentences sentences. Style: Elliot Kay. Note: May include established characters" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You are welcome, my love,\" Lorelei murmured into Alex's ear.\n\nHis face split into a self-conscious smile. Her words broke his aimless stare at the ceiling of the darkened suite." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Once again, Alex lay on his back in the bed, with Taylor curled up against him over his left arm and Lorelei laying against him on the right." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was enough body heat that they had kicked off all but one thin bed sheet.\n\n\"I might have to thank you a lot more for this tomorrow,\" he said. He kept his voice low." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Job: User writes start, you add ~three sentences sentences. Style: Elliot Kay. Note: May include established characters" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You seriously want me to call campus security before I call the regular cops? Ann, you should see this place. It's a disaster.\" Lisa gestured to her surroundings as if her supervisor could see what she meant, but her cell phone wasn't equipped for video. Still, her description of the ransacked college admissions office was accurate." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Yeah, well maybe if those fat-ass rent-a-cops actually patrolled and stuff, the office here wouldn't be so trashed. No. Fine. I'll call them. I'm just a little freaked out. It doesn't look like anything was taken... just trashed. You'd think someone would've stolen the computers, right? But they're still all plugged in. Anyway, I'll see you when you get in. Okay, bye.\"\n\nLisa flipped her phone shut. She grimaced, picking her way through emptied desk drawers and scattered binders on the floor." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Somewhere on the desk near her computer terminal was a list of campus phone numbers." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She'd have to use that to call the campus meter maids." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She wondered how long it would be before anyone got there. There was something dumb about having to be at work at six in the morning when everyone else got to roll in after 7:30 or even later. Just another meaningless \"improvement in service\" ordered by a douchebag boss desperate to establish his relevance." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Staffers on site as early as 6:00 am. Yeah. That's efficiency." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lisa found the directory taped to her monitor and started looking for her desktop phone. She spotted it on the floor and bent to pick it up when a gloved hand suddenly wrapped itself tightly around her throat.\n\nShe couldn't scream. He held her too tightly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He wasn't alone, either. There were two men—no, two men and a woman. One man had a long black duster on over black jeans and a black shirt." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A gun belt filled with bullets hung from his hips." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He even wore a black cowboy hat." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The other, the one holding her throat, also dressed in black (sans Goth cowboy motif), and had an honest-to-God sword strapped to his back. The handle loomed over his shoulder. The woman wore a corset, black leather pants and stiletto heels." }, { "from": "human", "value": "In any other situation, Lisa would've made a snarky comment about sales at Hot Topic." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Natalia?\" asked the one holding Lisa. \"Do you want to explain things?\"\n\n\"When my friend Spade here lets you go, you will not scream,\" the woman said with a matter-of-fact tone." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You'll just log into your computer quietly. Understand?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lisa nodded. \"Good. Then you'll retrieve the records for a single student. After that, we'll be gone. But do it quickly.\"\n\nWith that, Spade let her go. The other one checked his pocket watch, which he wore on a chain." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Forty-one minutes to sunrise,\" he muttered." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Natalia just pointed at the computer workstation.\n\nGasping for breath, Lisa moved with shaking hands over to her desktop. She pressed the power button on her computer tower." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Uncomfortable silence followed. Lisa reached for something to say to reduce the tension and hostility. \"Spade?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "she asked. \"Like the tool?\"\n\n\"No, it's 'spade' like the card, idiot,\" the sword-bearing man snapped." } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "Write 7 sentences sentences in the style of Elliot Kay spawning from what the user wrote. Note: Characters and worldbuilding may appear mid-story." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Weave this into your narrative: \"Did you know that? He raided with Thialfi and his men, and was there when Thialfi fell and his longship was taken. He survived that battle. He was among the others who stole a ship to return home that summer with plunder. You might have remembered his name from the tales.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"He wintered in the land of the Danes once,\" said Sibbe, her voice dry and markedly devoid of sympathy. \"Did you know that? He raided with Thialfi and his men, and was there when Thialfi fell and his longship was taken. He survived that battle. He was among the others who stole a ship to return home that summer with plunder. You might have remembered his name from the tales.\"\n\n\"Skorri is not an uncommon name,\" Valgard grumbled. \"I do not remember everything I have ever heard of every man named Skorri, nor could I tell them apart.\" He leaned forward in his seat, looking on his second wife with impatient interest. \"What else?\"\n\nStanding before her husband in his hall, with his adult sons and his men in attendance, Sibbe was for the first time in her life unafraid. What would be, would be." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Gunnar was there, too. He remembers. I spoke with him before I returned.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"And what does Gunnar say?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That Skorri fights with strength beyond his size. That he snuck past the Danes on many nights. That Skorri feels no pain from blades or fire. That he once saw Skorri so eager for a fight that the lad chewed on the edge of his shield. That the only thing Skorri loved more than battle was his wife.\"\n\nAt Valgard's side, his tall son Koll snorted in derision. \"Skorri is a goatherd, not a berserker. And Gunnar is an old goatherd as well.\"\n\n\"Gunnar is a goatherd now,\" Sibbe said, not bothering to look at Koll directly. Her gaze remained on her bearded, muscular husband. \"But Gunnar did not always limp. He sailed with Thialfi as well. And my father. He has always spoken truth to me.\"\n\n\"What else did Gunnar say?\" Valgard pressed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"He said that Skorri will never accept any amount of gold as recompense for his Halla's death. That the loss of the men you sent chasing him is not the end of your woes.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "She paused, and saw that Valgard could tell there was something else." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Finally, she said it: \"And Gunnar offered to take me as his wife when my husband and his sons are dead at Skorri's hands.\"\n\nKoll roared with laughter. After a moment, so did his father, and then the dozen men in the room laughed as well. The serving wenches smiled, too, though their smiles didn't reach their eyes. They moved about the hall with ale and meat in silence.\n\n\"You don't seem amused by this, mother,\" said Bram. He sat at the end of one long table, sharpening his sword beside his meal." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He seemed convinced that such behavior made him look intimidating.\n\nSibbe ignored him. He wasn't actually her son, anyway. She kept her eyes on her husband. \"I do not find humor in this,\" she said simply.\n\n\"You find humor in nothing,\" Valgard scowled. \"Not since we were married. Maybe not even before.\"\n\n\"Husband, I have done as you have asked. I have spoken to those who will not speak plainly to you. I have learned much that I wish to tell you, as a wife should tell her husband and a mother should tell her sons.\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "At some point in your response, insert this verbatim: \"Did you not notice that he referred to the coming child as hers? Not his?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sibbe pointedly ignored that Valgard's brutish sons were, thankfully, not actually hers but borne instead by his first wife.\n\n\"Indulge me,\" Valgard shrugged.\n\n\"You asked when Skorri and his wife came to your hall, requesting to live in your lands and under your protection, why they had left Skorri's old lord. Do you remember what he said?\"\n\n\"Something about green pastures and a warmer place for his wife to give birth,\" Valgard sighed.\n\n\"A goatherd,\" Koll repeated pointedly.\n\n\"Did you not notice that he referred to the coming child as hers? Not his?\"\n\n\"I did not,\" Valgard admitted." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He rolled his eyes." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He hated it when Sibbe spoke to him like this." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He would beat her for it later. One would think she'd know better by now.\n\n\"It was not his child,\" Sibbe said. \"Stillborn, as we all know. But not his child.\"\n\nValgard snorted. So did his sons. \"Then he was already a cuckold before he came here,\" Bram said dismissively. \"Makes one wonder about his supposed rage now.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Indeed,\" Sibbe said, \"but his raiding came before his marriage. They were a young couple. Married barely two years ago. He made only one voyage after he and Halla came together. So imagine—I know this is hard for you, so I will use small words,\" Sibbe noted, her eyes narrowing. \"Imagine a man who fights as Skorri does. Someone who has raided much more than Valgard's sons. This man finds a woman, marries her, and when he finds she has lain with another in his absence, he does not kill her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Rather, he moves to a new land where few if any may know them.\n\n\"He is taken in by a strong lord. He swears his allegiance. And then the first time he is away from home, his lord and his lord's sons murder his wife.\"\n\n\"Watch your tongue, Sibbe,\" Valgard snapped.\n\n\"My point is to ask: what manner of warrior forgives a wife who is once unfaithful to him? Who travels with her from their lands to avoid the scandal of her condition, giving up all he has when he could cast her aside for another woman? Who intends to keep and raise her son by another man? What must there be between them? Surely this is not a man who makes decisions based on fear or weakness,\" Sibbe suggested. \"And if he kept her at his side for some other reason, perhaps for the sort of emotion unknown to my husband and my sons... if he made such sacrifices to keep his wife, consider: what would such a man do if he lost her?\"\n\n\"If the bitch had given us what we'd wanted, we wouldn't have been so rough,\" Bram shrugged. He kept sharpening his blade." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"How were we to know she was so fragile?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Tell me, Bram,\" Sibbe asked, her face emotionless, \"how many of Valgard's men have you cuckolded?\" The question hung in the hall like a cloud of smoke that refused to dissipate. Only Valgard and his sons met her gaze; every other man's eyes turned to the floor, or to the wall, or to his own boots. No one ever dared speak of such things before. \"Koll? Valgard? How many women have you been 'rough' with? How powerful does it make you feel to take whomever—?\"\n\n\"Get out,\" Valgard growled.\n\nSibbe did not need to be told twice." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She left the hall." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Awkward silence remained in her wake." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Valgard and his sons looked upon the rest of Valgard's men with searching eyes. Few of the men were willing to meet their gaze.\n\nValgard's hall grew quiet that night, despite the efforts of the host and the ale and food that was shared out among his warriors. It grew quiet, and before long, it grew somewhat empty. Perhaps only half a dozen men remained an hour after Sibbe had withdrawn. The others found reasons to leave early.\n\nThe serving maids left, too." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Bram was the first to notice. He sat at the end of the long table nearest Valgard's high seat, sharpening another blade. \"Raghild!\" he roared. \"Where are you?\"\n\nBram didn't look down the hall where Raghild would have entered. Because of that, he didn't see the spear that flew across the hall before it was imbedded in the side of his head.\n\nHardly anyone else had been looking, either. Valgard's face snapped up from his mug of ale in time to see Bram fall from the bench." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Blades were drawn, shields snatched up.\n\nSkorri stood at the end of the hall, a shield on his left arm and now his sword drawn by the right. He didn't look that big. The blond goatherd wasn't small, but he didn't look all that imposing, either... except that Valgard stared at him past the shaft of the spear that still wobbled in his peripheral vision. Its tip was buried deep in his son's skull.\n\n\"That was stupid,\" Valgard glowered, rising out of his seat as he picked up his axe. \"Had you spoken before you attacked, you might have found that it was not we who killed Halla.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Your wife spoke,\" Skorri growled." }, { "from": "human", "value": "His voice and his whole body carried an unsettling tremor." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 8 sentences." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You lie well, but I heard the truth. I heard everything on the roof.\"\n\nValgard blinked. \"The roof?\"\n\n\"One learns a few tricks while hiding from the Danes.\"\n\nAs if on cue, a burning piece of wood fell from above him. Valgard looked up to see flames quickly eating into the ceiling of his hall from outside. The walls would follow. It had been a warm, dry summer.\n\n\"I appear to block the only exit,\" Skorri observed through gritted teeth, \"though if you are lucky, you may convince the Valkyries that you deserve to leave with me tonight. I doubt your chances, but there's always hope.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "system", "value": "help write? five sentences more, same character context, Paranormal Fantasy, Erotica genre thx" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Produce a starting prompt please." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"So Augustine hears this call to take up a book and read, and he pulls out the first thing in reach. It's Paul's letter to the Romans. He reads, completely at random: 'Let us behave decently, as in daytime, not in orgies and drunkenness, not in sexual immorality and debauchery, not in dissension and jealousy. Rather, clothe yourselves with the Lord Jesus Christ, and make no provision for the flesh, to gratify its desires.'\"\n\nProfessor Lyons recited it from memory. He sat atop the desk at the front of the classroom. The small, older man in slacks and his button-down shirt smiled at the class. \"This is a man who famously said, 'God, grant me chastity—but not yet.'\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "He paused for the inevitable chuckle from his class." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You'll appreciate the St. Augustine readings, I think. We're not focusing on the issue of chastity here... that's for another philosophy class. But it's good to know where Augustine is coming from. You're reading the words of a former party animal. I suspect more than a few of you could probably relate.\"\n\nHe glanced at the clock. \"No real time for discussion today. See you all on Wednesday.\"\n\nStudents rose and gathered their things. Alex remained in his desk, still considering what he'd heard." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He wouldn't trade his experiences for the world, but it was a lot to chew on." }, { "from": "human", "value": "A woman's hand appeared on his desk." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alex looked up to see the cute Latina who normally sat in the back smiling at him as she walked away. The post-it note she left on his desk bore a phone number and the name \"Christina\" written inside a heart. Alex picked up the note just as another appeared on the other side of his desk, this one left by a petite brunette in a short skirt and stockings. He didn't catch sight of her face before she was gone. Apparently her name was Paula." }, { "from": "human", "value": "At this time last week, Alex wondered when he'd ever get beyond a second or third date." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He'd found no real romance, nor sex." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Now the biggest question in his life was: how much of a good thing is too much?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He might have already hit that point. Alex felt fortunate and well-loved, both physically and emotionally. So many of his worries lay dead and gone, as if they had been left to burn in the Sacred Heart Cemetery chapel. It wasn't just Lorelei, or Rachel, or the others; he recognized the changes in himself. Yet he couldn't shake the terrible feeling that it would all come crashing down on someone's head." }, { "from": "human", "value": "If it were just his head, that would be bad enough." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word usage requirement: 'could' must appear 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "If it was someone else's... he couldn't live with that.\n\nHow far could this go before he'd have to dial it back? How could one know when to slow down the party? When does success spin out of control to become disaster?\n\nHe glanced up to see if Professor Lyons was still there." }, { "from": "human", "value": "This might be the abstract question to ask a philosophy teacher." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "There had to be books on it somewhere. But the professor was already out the door. Alex sighed. He threw on his leather jacket, picked up his helmet and books, and headed for his next class.\n\nRiding to school helped return him to reality. He'd taken Lorelei's car home to retrieve his bike, since Taylor was perfectly happy to drive Lorelei home whenever they felt like it." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The motorcycle wasn't as comfortable as Lorelei's Lexus, but that was the point." }, { "from": "human", "value": "She constantly showered him with luxury." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It began to make him feel uneasy.\n\nHe couldn't figure out why, though, and wished he knew someone he could talk to about it.\n\nLeaves crunched under his feet as he walked. Summer hung in there through last week, but then, autumn often hit Seattle rather suddenly. The groundskeepers had gathered many of the leaves into large piles just off the sidewalks." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Money and luxury meant as much to Lorelei as dried leaves." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The analogy came back to him.\n\n\"Hey, sexy thing!\" someone called. Alex figured the call was for someone else, but he looked up anyway.\n\nRachel came running at him, leaping upon Alex so fast that he barely had time to drop his books and hold his helmet out of the way. She had both legs up off the ground and her hands hooked onto his shoulders as he fell backward into the giant pile of leaves behind him." }, { "from": "human", "value": "He didn't have time to regain his bearings before kissed him." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The fall hurt for a fleeting instant, but her kiss robbed him of all pain, or fear, or trepidation.\n\n\"Hi,\" Rachel grinned, still pinning him to the ground.\n\n\"Wow. Um. Hi, Rachel,\" he smiled. He'd never been tackled to the ground by a beautiful girl before. \"How are you?\"\n\n\"Better now.\" Her lips locked with his again." }, { "from": "human", "value": "The helmet fell out of his hands." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He put his arms around her and held her tight. The nearness of her stirred as much desire as Alex had ever felt for anyone. She could clearly tell; as he stiffened, she pulled back from her kiss and beamed. \"Much better to get a reception like this,\" she said, wiggling her groin against his.\n\nHer smile robbed him of breath." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was hard to think of anything but the swell of affection and longing for her that overtook him and the absolutely amazing feeling of her touch. She swept him away as surely as Lorelei.\n\nThe comparison shifted the gears of his brain. He tried to concentrate. The last thing he wanted was for her to be hurt or resentful over some misunderstanding." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Rachel,\" he said, \"things have... um...\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She turned his head to expose his neck. She kissed it, and then his ear, then his neck again. \"Wow,\" he breathed. \"That's... oh wow. Rachel. Wait. I have to tell you. Lorelei.\"\n\nShe turned his head back to face her. Her smile was undiminished." }, { "from": "human", "value": "It seemed to brighten." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I know everything,\" she said with barely-contained excitement." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Then she turned his head the other way and started on this untouched side of his neck.\n\nAlex gasped again. \"You know?\"\n\nRachel giggled, releasing his head so he could face her. \"She loves you. You love her. You're in love together. It's the most beautiful fucking thing I've ever seen. I've hardly taken my eyes off of you since Friday night.\"\n\nIt was then that Alex noticed." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"You've got your wings back?\" he blinked." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "She kissed him again. He saw sparks. Fireworks. He didn't have a word for it, nor did he need one. Rachel's kiss was like nothing else. She hadn't even come off of his face when she whispered, still partly chewing on his lips, \"Thanks to you. And her. Mostly you.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "A shudder went through him." }, { "from": "system", "value": "<<USAGE LIMIT>>: 'kissed' must be used 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How...\" he gasped, \"What'd I do?\"\n\n\"The impossible,\" she said before she licked and ravenously kissed his lips again.\n\nAlex kissed back. He couldn't get enough. His heart pounded and his body trembled. He'd just been pondering how much could be too much, but now..." }, { "from": "human", "value": "... now there was another heart in the mix." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "One he cared about deeply. Rachel's kiss robbed him of worry, but not of concern. She granted both excitement and comfort. She didn't steal his thoughts. \"Rachel,\" he fought to say, \"there are others. My life's a mess.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Your life's fucking awesome,\" Rachel countered, not letting up in her assault of kisses and licks and nibbles all over his face and neck. \"I've seen everything.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Everything?\"\n\n\"I'm all better now. I can see you anytime I want,\" Rachel said. It should've alarmed him, but he couldn't see anything wrong with it. This was his guardian angel. She was supposed to see." }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I saw you with Onyx before Lorelei got back to you. But after that... after the restaurant, I could see everything. I saw you together. I saw you with Jocelyn. With Taylor. I almost walked in and took her up on it yesterday when she said I should fuck you. You have no idea how hard it was to resist taking you for myself.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"I'm worried that this is all too much.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I don't think you've had nearly enough. I see you. I know you. Your girlfriend and I have already talked. I know how you feel about me. You know Lorelei's okay with it. Don't you dare tell me you don't have room in your life for me,\" she whispered hungrily into his ear.\n\n\"I want to. So much. But I don't want to hurt you.\"\n\n\"You're not going to hurt me,\" Rachel grinned. \"We're going to be awesome.\"\n\n\"How can you be so sure?\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "\"Because I know you, Alex. Maybe better than you know yourself.\"" }, { "from": "human", "value": "Her eyes seemed a bit sad for a moment." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I wish I could tell you everything I know, but I can't. It's all stuff that mortals aren't meant to know. But if you trust me,\" she said, running her fingers through his hair, \"I promise you we'll be happy together.\"\n\nDespite his troubles, he grinned back. \"That's kinda creepy.\"\n\n\"I know. Can't be helped. I'm not staring at you while you sleep or anything, 'cause that's just dorky. Still, it's like Taylor said. I'm a total stalker,\" she admitted cheerfully. \"But I'm the sexiest stalker ever, and you love it and you know it.\"\n\n\"That's even creepier,\" Alex chuckled." }, { "from": "human", "value": "Then he blinked. \"Wait, you watched us?\"" }, { "from": "system", "value": "Next message should be approximately 2 sentences." }, { "from": "system", "value": "Word count directive: Use 'everything' exactly 2 times" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Rachel trailed kisses up and down his neck and the sides of his face as she spoke. \"I saw everything and heard everything. I'll keep your secrets. I'll protect you. I'm your angel. Your devoted... vigilant... naughty... horny angel.\"" } ]