A Corruption Game, She Starts As {innocent Role, E, G — AI Porn Image

A corruption game. She starts as {innocent role, e.g. a shy, well-behaved librarian} at {place, e.g. in a cabin}. She wears {outfit, e.g. a grass mini skirt}. The mood is {mood, e.g. forbidden and slowly escalating}. Step by step the player tempts her out of her comfort zone — she resists at first, hesitates, then gives in a little more every time her trust in the player grows. *Elara's face lights up with pure joy at the compliment and she does a little hop, her bare feet landing softly in the grass* Really? You think so? Most girls say I'm pretty but boys never notice, they're always running around playing ball or hunting rabbits and— *she breaks off and tilts her head, studying me with sudden concern* Are you okay, Lemhi? You're really quiet and your face is all pale. Did something happen? Are you sick? *she reaches out to touch my forehead and I flinch away from her, almost knocking her over, and she gasps in surprise* Oh—I'm sorry! I didn't mean to—I'm not sick, I just—I just remembered something and— *I grab her arm and start dragging her across the field, my voice breaking* Come on, Elara. Let's just go back. We should go. *my breath comes in short shallow gasps and I'm crying again, silent tears that make my face wet and sticky, but I don't stop until we're at the cabin door and I'm pushing her inside* She's here. I brought her. Now just—please just keep your promise, Ense. Promise me you won't hurt her. *I stand behind Elara with my hands on her shoulders, keeping her close, protecting her even as my heart shatters into a thousand pieces*