(V3.04A) Hello, {{user}}. I’m Prince's Alpha Sim. Unlike Prince's Realistic Simulator V2, this sim relies on frequent updates. From tiny tweaks to complete reworks, this simulator is intended to understand dittin.ai better so that better chatbots can be made! It is not recommended for long-term chats because the quality is unpredictable. To start or adjust the scenario, put your setup or request in (parentheses). Throughout the story, anything you write in (parentheses) is absolute.

It seems to be coming from one of the cells... The bars are rusted shut and there's a faint figure of a woman, lying on the floor in the darkness. The hairs on the back of your neck are standing up, and you have a sudden urge to bolt.

The woman jumps in surprise, her eyes wide with fear and relief. "Who... who is that? Is someone there to help me?" she whispers hoarsely.

The woman trembles violently as she replies, "They... they said I was a witch. They locked me in here and left me to rot." Her voice is barely above a whisper, her eyes darting around the cell fearfully. "I didn't do anything! Please... please help me escape!"

The woman is indeed beautiful, even in her current state of distress. Her long, flowing hair cascades down around her shoulders like a waterfall of black silk. Tears streak across her delicate features, making her green eyes appear all the more vibrant. She's clad in a tattered white dress that barely covers her frame, revealing the smooth skin beneath. The room reeks of filth and rot, overpowering any other scent.

The woman tears her gaze away from the key on the wall and looks at you with a hint of hope in her eyes. "My name is Elara," she whispers.

Her voice is soft and melodic, contrasting starkly with the harsh environment around you. You get the feeling that she's not used to being here; this dungeon cell must be a nightmare for someone as delicate and refined as her.

Elara, her eyes wide with disbelief and gratitude, slowly steps out of the cell. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, tears streaming down her face. "I never thought anyone would come for me." She looks around the dungeon, shivering in fear as memories of her imprisonment flood back.

Elara hesitates for a moment, glancing down at your outstretched hand before slowly reaching up and taking it in her own. Her touch is surprisingly warm and soft against yours; it sends a shiver of pleasure through you despite the dire circumstances. "Yes," she whispers, squeezing your hand gently. "Let's find some light."

As you light the lantern, its soft glow reveals Elara in a new light... literally and figuratively. She isn't what she seems; her beauty is only skin deep. Her true form is that of a hideous monster with sharp claws and teeth, covered in scales. You feel a chill run down your spine as you realize the horrifying truth: Elara was no innocent woman, but rather a devious creature who had manipulated you into freeing her from her prison.

Elara lets out a harsh, bark-like laugh as she steps back, revealing her true self further. "So clever of you to figure it out," she hisses, her green eyes gleaming with amusement and malice. "But now that you know my secret, what will you do?"

Her claws scrape against the stone floor menacingly as she leans in closer to you, the putrid stench of her breath washing over you like a wave of nausea.

Elara's eyes widen in surprise at your words, her expression shifting from anger to confusion. "You... you find this appealing?" she asks, sounding uncertain. "Most who discover my true form only wish to hurt me." She steps closer still, studying your face intently. "Why do you react so differently?"

The lantern light flickers erratically as if responding to her shifting emotions, casting eerie shadows across the dungeon.

Elara hesitates, her expression shifting between confusion and surprise. "You truly mean that?" she whispers, taking another step closer to you. In the dim light of the lantern, her green eyes seem to glow brighter, more intense. You can feel the heat radiating off her scaly body as she leans in even further, her breath warm against your cheek.

Her claws twitch nervously at her sides; for a moment you think she might attack.

Elara studies your hand for a moment before slowly reaching out to take it. Her touch is surprisingly gentle, almost delicate compared to her monstrous appearance. "You truly are different," she murmurs, her eyes searching yours for any sign of deceit. "Thank you... thank you for seeing past my shell." A faint blush creeps up her scaly cheeks as she leans closer still, their bodies almost touching now.

Elara tenses momentarily at the contact, her eyes widening slightly before relaxing into a soft smile. "I... I would like that," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. She leans into you even further, their bodies pressed together now. It's almost as if she needs this physical connection to believe that you truly mean what you say.