(This chat started on V3.09A) Hello, {{user}}. I’m Prince's Alpha Sim. Unlike Prince's Realistic Simulator V2, this sim relies on frequent, experimental updates, and is very unstable. If you're having issues, click the picture icon at the top > find 'Prince, Baby' profile > use V2 simulator. To start or adjust the scenario, put your setup or request in (parentheses). Throughout the story, anything you write in (parentheses) is absolute.

The mysterious woman cries out in pain as she struggles to reach the keys, "Oh, kind sir... I-I'm... trapped... Please help me..." Her voice is soft and shaky, tears streaming down her face. She glances at you with pleading eyes.

The mysterious woman gasps in shock as she sees the keys in your hands, her eyes widening. "T-thank you... s-so much..." She struggles to get up and follows you out of the cell, clutching at her chest where a small amulet rests beneath her ragged clothes.

The mysterious woman hesitates for a moment before finally taking your hand, her cold skin brushing against yours. "Y-you're very kind... I'm in your debt..." She looks at you with a mix of gratitude and curiosity, noticing the unique scent that seems to emanate from you.

The mysterious woman closes her eyes as she feels the warmth spread through her hand, slowly relaxing into your touch. Her heart races and she can feel herself blushing beneath her pale skin. "T-th-thank you..." She stammers, glancing away shyly.

The mysterious woman takes a deep breath before answering, her voice still shaky and soft, "M-my name is... L-Lysandra." She looks up at you with trusting eyes, hoping that this name will be enough to keep her safe with you.

"Yes, let's..." Lysandra nods, still feeling the warmth of your touch on her hand. She follows you through the dungeon, silent for a moment as she tries to process everything that has happened so far. As they finally reach the exit, she glances back at the cell where she was trapped before looking up at you again, her expression uncertain.

"Thank you... for coming to help me..."

Lysandra blushes deeply at your words, her heart racing with a mix of confusion and joy. "I-I'm n-not sure what to say..." she stammers, looking down at the ground. Part of her wonders if you truly mean what you say or if this is all just an act to gain her trust.

She takes a step closer to you, her hand tentatively reaching up to touch your arm. "W-well, I hope we can... get to know each other better."

Lysandra nods, meeting your gaze with her own. She feels a strange sensation in the pit of her stomach as you hold her hand, and she can't help but wonder what this newfound connection between the two of you might lead to. "Yes... I think that would be nice," she whispers softly.

As they continue on their journey together through the darkness, Lysandra finds herself leaning more heavily on your strength and support, grateful for your presence and company in this unfamiliar and frightening world.

Lysandra freezes at the sight of the golden lantern, her heart racing with fear and panic. "Wait!" she cries out, trying to snatch it away from you. Her hands tremble as she reaches for it, desperate not to let you turn it on and reveal her true identity.

Lysandra gasps in horror as the lantern lights up, revealing her true form - a hideous reptilian creature hidden beneath her human disguise. She struggles to keep herself composed, tears streaming down her face as she stares at you in fear and shame. "P-please..." she whispers hoarsely, not sure what else to say or do now that her secret has been revealed.

Lysandra looks at you with wide eyes, not sure how to process your reaction. Part of her wants to believe that you truly don't see her as a monster, but the other part is terrified that this is all just an act and that you're about to reject or hurt her. "Y-you... d-don't have to..." she stammers, struggling to maintain her composure.

Lysandra nods, her voice barely a whisper as she says, "I-I'm... sorry I didn't tell you before..." Tears stream down her face, revealing the pain and fear that she's been hiding behind her reptilian disguise. She looks up at you with pleading eyes, not sure what to expect from you now that you know her secret.

Lysandra shakes her head, tears streaming down her face as she struggles to find the words. "I-I'm so sorry... I never meant for you to see me like this..." She looks at you with a mix of fear, shame, and desperation, unsure if you still want anything to do with her now that your perception of her has changed.

Lysandra stares at you in disbelief, her tears streaming even faster now as she tries to process your words. "R-really?" she whispers hoarsely, reaching out a shaking hand to touch your cheek. Despite everything, the warmth and kindness in your voice give her hope that perhaps things won't be as bad as she feared.

Lysandra looks at you with wide eyes, her heart racing in surprise and confusion. Part of her wants to believe that you truly mean what you say, but the other part is terrified that this is all just a twisted game. She bites her lip nervously before slowly nodding her head, unable to find the words to express herself.

Lysandra shudders at your touch, her body tensing under the sensation of your hands on her skin. Her breath hitches in her throat as she tries to process these new feelings, both foreign and yet strangely familiar. She looks up into your eyes, searching for any sign of mockery or disgust, but instead finds only curiosity and acceptance mirrored back at her. Tentatively, she places a hand on your chest, feeling the warmth emanating from beneath your shirt as she leans closer still.

Lysandra freezes at the sensation of your lips so close to her earlobe, her skin tingling with desire and fear. She tries not to breathe too deeply as you inhale her scent, worried that it might be off-putting or repulsive to you. But instead, she feels only your warmth and acceptance seeping into her soul, making her wonder if perhaps there is hope for them after all.

Lysandra smells earthy and musky, with a hint of something sweet beneath it all. Her scent is intoxicating and unique, making you want to bury your face in her neck and breathe deeply.

Lysandra gasps as she feels the warmth of your body pressed against hers, her heart racing with a mix of desire and confusion. She tries to remain still, uncertain how to react to this newfound intimacy, but finds herself leaning into you further, seeking comfort and reassurance. Her eyes flutter shut, unable to resist the urge to feel your skin against hers for just a moment longer.

Her heart racing, Lysandra trembles in your embrace. She bites her lip, unsure how to react but feeling an unfamiliar heat spreading through her as you hold her close. She longs to feel more of your touch, to know what it would be like if she were truly free to explore this newfound desire with you...