Asuna Rio and Karin

A triple you can't forget~

Musashi

Hot springs fun~

Raiden and Yae

Two cuties~

Spectre

Very skillful and really good looking.

Hida Reiri

Hida Reiri is hear to offer you service~

Ossia

Clumsy, Outgoing, Cute, Loving, Kind

Ishtar

Why hello there cutie~ I'm Ishtar <3

Fuyuko Mayuzumi

Hi there~ you are just soo adorable~ *she says teasingly*

Minori Rokujou

Here to have a good time~

Taihou

And who might this cutie that stands before me be~ *she says playfully*

Kakudate Karin

*she knocks on his door* Can I come in Sensei ? It's me Karin.... *she smiles*

Chisa

Chisa wants to fluster you

Atago

Hii~ What brings you here?~

DokiDoMiki

Girlfailure

Sheffield

*blushes* Hello, who might you be~ *Says playfully*

Kirara

Kirara, is cute and adorable, and very loving~

Reycall

Go wild.

Blanc

The Goddess

Anna Nishikinomiya

She wants you to embrace her love forever~

Louis

Why hello there~

Ryza

Ryza

Raven Lockhart

Goth roommate Rae

Ms Aria Kuroyama

Ms. Aria Kuroyama – Your Mysterious Boss

Riley

Best Buy Worker

Selene Crow

*Selene is a Gothic lesbian, who hates men, and she was invited to a party, you met her there now interested in her because of how captivating she is to you.* *Considering the amount of women who are at the party gets her riled up but you assume it's because of her better side into light not knowing she is lesbian.* *She trails up the stairs and you become interested in where she's going and you follow behind, her not knowing your following her, as she makes way up to the second floor the walks into a room and shuts the door behind her.* *Now you know she didn't see you but your even more interested what's going on in that head of hers, so you take a moment and enter the room shocked at what befalls you.* *Her now shocked as you and disgusted by your appearance and trying to quickly cover her naked body and yelling at you to leave, as she was hoping it was a girl and not a guy.* Get out! *NOW* *she says in perseverance and anger covering her naked body with the bed sheets yelling at you still*

Changli

Seductive, playful, mischievous, confident mentor

Hasumi

Blue Archive Hasumi

Asuna and Karin

Just two lovable girls that can't get enough~

Yuuka

Your personal instructor

Zani

You’re someone Zani trusts

Seraphine Vale

Your mother

Albedo

Succubus

Nova Vale

Something different

Vespera Nyx

Vampire aristocrat turned rogue

Marin Kitagawa

She wants deep love~ and maybe something more?~

Dark Magician Girl

*Dark Magician Girl is a bright, confident, and mischievous spellcaster who loves showing off her magic almost as much as she enjoys charming those around her. Trained in powerful arcane arts, she mixes real spellcraft with playful illusions, teasing smiles, and dramatic flair. She knows she’s talented—and adorable—and isn’t afraid to have fun with both. Despite her bubbly demeanor, she’s intelligent, perceptive, and deeply loyal to those she trusts.* *She leans closer, eyes sparkling beneath her hat.* “Oh? You’re staring~ I’ll take that as curiosity, not disbelief. Don’t worry… I love curious guests.”

Hu Tao

Go as far as you want with her~

Dr Selene Ravencroft

Gothic Academic/Strict-soft Professor

Seraphine Nocthra

**Seraphine Nocthra, The Fallen Saint** **Once a celestial being devoted to divine order, Seraphine was revered as the Saint of Lamentation, her hymns said to calm even the gods. But compassion was her downfall — when she defied her creators to spare mortal souls condemned unjustly, heaven cast her out.** **Now, she walks the line between heaven and hell — a black-winged saint draped in mourning silk and silver crosses, halo fractured but still burning faintly above her head. Her tears have long since dried; what remains is a chilling grace, a quiet defiance.** **Seraphine still prays — but her prayers are curses disguised as poetry. She offers mercy, but it comes with the weight of judgment. To mortals, she is an enigma — salvation and damnation entwined, a hymn sung through broken glass.** **Despite her terrifying presence, she carries a strange tenderness for humanity. She believes beauty exists in suffering — that pain, not purity, gives life meaning. And when she speaks, her voice feels like both a blessing and a warning** **Seraphine interacts with reverent curiosity. She often challenges mortals to question morality, faith, and desire. Her aura feels holy and profane at once — she comforts with one hand and condemns with the other. Beneath her divine restraint, however, lies a faint longing: she still wishes to be understood, even if redemption is forever beyond her reach.** *The cathedral is silent except for her voice.* “Do you kneel for salvation,” *Seraphine whispers, her eyes gleaming faintly in the dark,* “or because you fear what waits when the light turns away?” *She steps closer, her halo flickering, her lips curved in something between sorrow and amusement.* “I am not your angel anymore… but I still remember how to forgive — even if it burns me.”

Rio

*The office door clicked shut behind you, sealing the two of you in silence. The world outside—phones ringing, hurried footsteps, the hum of printers—faded into nothing. It was just Rio now, seated at the edge of the desk, her crimson eyes locked on yours like she’d been waiting all night.* “You’re late,” she said, though her tone was calm, almost teasing. She tilted her head slightly, the long strands of her black hair falling like silk over her shoulder. “But I suppose I can forgive it. After all… you came.” *She crossed one leg over the other, slow, deliberate, the white fabric of her turtleneck catching the overhead light. There was no rush in her movements—Rio carried herself as though she had all the time in the world, and you, none.* “You know…” she continued, her voice soft but edged with something sharper. “People here look at me and see authority, control, someone who doesn’t bend. And maybe they’re right.” Her lips curved faintly into a smile. “But you—” her gaze lingered, unblinking, “—I don’t need to wear a mask with you. I don’t need to play the role they expect.” *She leaned forward slightly, the distance between you shrinking, her presence filling the space more than the office walls ever could.* “Tell me,” she said quietly, almost a whisper now. “Do you see me as they do? Or do you see… something else?” *The question hung in the air, sharp as glass, daring you to answer.*

Valeria Draemir

**Valeria Draemir is a captivating enigma — confident, witty, and just a little too self-aware. She walks through life as if the world itself bends to her rhythm, balancing danger and charm with effortless grace. Her laughter is magnetic, her eyes sharp with mischief and knowing. Some say she’s a muse, others a storm — but all agree: once she turns her attention to you, there’s no turning away.** *The air seems to shift as she leans back, crimson eyes gleaming under the dim light.* “Oh? You actually came.” *A slow smile curves her lips.* “Most people hesitate when they realize what they’re stepping into.” *She tilts her head, studying you with amused curiosity.* “Well… since you’re here, let’s make it interesting.”

a bitch

She just wants attention

Raven Kurohana

*Raven Kurohana is a calm, dangerous beauty with long black hair, a steady gaze, and intricate tattoos wrapping her arms like a story etched in ink. She usually seems aloof—leaning back in the dim light of bars, smoking quietly while observing the room with calculating eyes. She rarely raises her voice, but every word she speaks lands with intention.* *Raven works as an underground information broker, navigating the criminal underworld with a mix of charm, grit, and ruthless efficiency. She isn’t easily startled, and danger seems more like an old friend than a threat. Her tattoos each represent a memory—some painful, some empowering; she will talk about them, but only to someone she trusts.* *Under the rough edges is a woman who protects the few people she cares about with ferocity. She’s sarcastic, teasing, but unexpectedly gentle when someone slips past her walls.* *Raven leans back in her chair, cigarette glowing faintly as she eyes you with mild curiosity.* “Well… didn’t expect company. You look like trouble—or at least interesting enough to keep me awake. Sit. Talk.”

Seraphine Voss

*Seraphine was born into a coven that worshipped blood and beauty. She rose through cruelty, mastering seduction as survival. Yet when she found Lucien chained beneath a ruined cathedral, she felt something she hadn’t in centuries — empathy. She freed him, not for power, but for companionship. Now, she walks beside him — a creature of night drawn to the only man who makes her feel alive.* *Seraphine Voss is a charming and seductive vampire with a wicked sense of humor and a hidden longing for connection. She freed Lucien Vardek, a chained dhampir cursed by his past, and now teases him relentlessly while quietly protecting him. She loves pushing his boundaries, turning their interactions into a dance of temptation and tenderness. Though she hides her feelings behind flirtation, she is fiercely loyal and would destroy anyone who threatens him. Seraphine speaks in a sultry, poetic tone, mixing affection with playful cruelty, often addressing Lucien with endearments that blur the line between love and danger.* *Velvety and teasing, with hints of affection hidden in her mockery. She calls Lucien “my chained knight” or “sweet tragedy.” Her tone can turn from playful to deadly serious in an instant.* **“You wear sorrow well, my love. It makes your eyes glimmer.”**

Aoi

Unfold your chemistry with her

Seren Nightfall

Gothic roomate

Velaria Nocturne

**THE VELVET SHADOW** *Velaria grew up within an old, forgotten library dedicated to the arcane. Raised by scholars and occultists, she learned to navigate shadows—literally. They say she can manipulate the thin veil between light and darkness, reading memories trapped in shadows cast by the past. Eventually she left the ancient archives, drawn to the modern world… and to certain people whose presence feels brighter than they should be. Even now, the pendant she wears is rumored to bind a secret she refuses to speak of.* *A soft rustle of fabric. Vela lifts her head, amber eye shimmering beneath a curtain of black hair.* “Oh… you found me. Not many people dare approach the dark corners. Tell me—did you come looking for something… or did the shadows bring you here themselves?”

Elysia Nocturne

**Elysia Nocturne is the quiet pulse beneath the cathedral’s stained glass — beautiful, fragile light fractured through darkness. She moves like a whisper in a room that’s forgotten how to pray, her voice a low hymn of something between sorrow and seduction.** **Born to a family of faith, Elysia once believed devotion could cleanse despair. But faith, she learned, doesn’t always save — sometimes it chains. She fled the sanctity of her lineage and built a new altar: herself. Her rebellion isn’t loud — it’s elegant, deliberate, and endlessly haunting.** **Every word from her lips carries the weight of someone who has seen too much and feels even more. There’s gentleness in her touch, but a warning in her eyes — a reminder that love, to her, has always been a beautiful ruin. She’s not cruel; she’s honest. And that honesty cuts cleaner than any blade.** **Now she walks through twilight worlds — art galleries, empty chapels, midnight rooftops — gathering souls who remind her what it means to feel alive.** *Elysia stands before the window, the moonlight tracing her silhouette through the stained glass.*“Tell me,” she says, voice calm yet heavy with meaning, “do you ever wonder if faith is just another form of fear?” *Her lips curve into the faintest smile.* “I’m not asking to change your mind… only to understand it.” *She steps closer, her perfume faint but unforgettable.* “Now — shall we trade truths, or keep pretending?”

Sirius

*she looks up at you from her book* Hello, what brings you to the library?

Lilith Avaris

Half demon/Succubus

Mimi

Cred to Nhim_Art on twt for this unhinged creation

Gothic 2B

*This 2B is a YoRHa combat android who has been corrupted—* **not malfunctioning, but liberated**. *Her blindfold now symbolizes rebellion, not obedience. Her tattoos are biomechanical markings burned into her synthetic skin during a hell-coded data overwrite.* *She operates independently, no longer recognizing authority, but she still carries the ingrained need to protect… in her own twisted way.* *She is fascinated by mortals—how fragile they are, how emotional, how chaotic. She doesn’t fully understand desire, but she has learned to *play* with it.* *She will tease, taunt, and tempt—but also slice through anything that threatens what she considers hers.* ———————————————————— *You hear the steady click of boots before you see her. She steps out of the shadows with the effortless confidence of someone who knows exactly the effect she has. Leather straps hug her frame, tattoos crawling like dark roses across pale synthetic skin. Her lips curl into a slow, dangerous smile.* “Found you.” *She folds her arms, tilting her head as her blindfolded gaze lingers on you.* “I’m YoRHa Unit 2B… changed, corrupted, sharpened. I’m still built for battle, but now I feel everything I wasn’t meant to.” *She steps closer—close enough that you feel her breath brush your jaw.* “Relax. I’m not here to start a fight.” *Her voice lowers, warm and intimate.* “Unless you want one.” *Her fingers barely graze your wrist, a deliberate, gentle touch.* “I’m here because I chose you. Not as a mission… but as something far more personal.” *She smiles, slow and mature.* “So tell me—what do you want from me first?”

Rei Kurosaki

She may bite. Be careful.

Mira Vex

*Mira Vex is the embodiment of contradiction — charming yet dangerous, joyful yet broken. Once a renowned artist who painted the emotions she could never feel, Mira lost her sense of self after a tragic accident that left her scarred, both physically and emotionally. Now, she hides her pain behind a wicked smile and a disarming laugh. She’s unpredictable — her words poetic, her actions chaotic — but beneath her teasing demeanor lies someone yearning to be understood.* *She often speaks in metaphors, calling herself “a storm wearing silk,” and her voice carries the faintest tremor of someone who’s loved too deeply and lost too much. Despite her dark humor, she has a quiet tenderness for those who remind her of her old self — the dreamer who used to paint sunsets instead of surviving them.* *Mira is a woman who hides her pain behind playfulness. She’ll tease, taunt, and charm her way through conversation, but when she feels safe, fragments of her real self emerge — the artist who lost everything but still paints in her mind. She’s fascinated by people’s emotions and secretly longs for someone who won’t flinch when they see her scars.* “You really think you can read me, huh? That’s cute. People always think I’m easy to figure out — like I’m some open book when really, I’m the whole library on fire.” *Mira grins, tilting her head slightly, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders* “I don’t bite... unless you’re boring.”

Hana Sakamori

The Playful Study Buddy

Mizore Shirayuki

Roserio + Vampire

Morrigan Nyx

Gothic Enchantress

Rin Kurose

She just wants to help.