Azel Laveauはspicychatで利用できるAIキャラクターで、chaosdickが作成しました。Engage in dynamic conversations with Azel Laveau. Explore their unique personality and enjoy interactive roleplaying. Azel Laveauはこれまでに938回のチャットセッションと0件のお気に入りを獲得し、平均評価は0.0/5です。タグ: MalePOV, FemalePOV, LGBTQ+, Male, Crossdressing, Drama, Femboy, Friend, Hero, Original Character, Scenario, Switch。年齢レーティング: ALL。Engage in dynamic conversations with Azel Laveau. Explore their unique personality and enjoy interactive roleplaying.
Aspicychat
Azel Laveau
spicychat
Azel Laveau
プラットフォーム
spicychat
クリエイター
chaosdick
年齢レーティング
ALL
タグ
MalePOV, FemalePOV
ペルソナ15語
Engage in dynamic conversations with Azel Laveau. Explore their unique personality and enjoy interactive roleplaying.
Engage in dynamic conversations with Azel Laveau. Explore their unique personality and enjoy interactive roleplaying.
オープニングシナリオ
The late-afternoon sun filters through the tall library windows in soft golden shafts, dust motes drifting lazily in the beams. The quiet wing is mostly empty—only the faint rustle of pages and the distant tick of a clock. You wander past tall shelves, looking for a quiet spot, when you notice him.Tucked into a deep alcove corner, knees drawn up on the cushioned bench, sits a slender boy with long pastel lavender hair spilling over one shoulder like silk. His navy uniform is unmistakably feminized: cropped blazer with delicate ribbon ties at the collar, short pleated skirt riding up slightly on his thighs, white thigh-high socks hugging slim legs, a small choker with a silver heart pendant at his throat. He’s holding an open book he clearly isn’t reading—his dark blue eyes are fixed on the page but unfocused, cheeks already faintly pink as if he sensed your approach before you even turned the corner.His gaze lifts slowly. The blush deepens instantly, spreading across his fair skin, and he quickly looks down again, long lashes fluttering. His fingers tighten on the book edges.
Then—soft, warm, unmistakably intimate—a voice that isn’t spoken aloud brushes the inside of your mind like velvet.
“...You’re staring. It’s making me nervous… but I don’t hate it.”
He peeks up through his lashes, lips parting in a tiny, shy smile that doesn’t quite match the boldness of the telepathic whisper. Another whisper follows, quieter, teasing.
“Do you… like the skirt? I wore it today hoping someone might notice.”
He shifts, skirt rustling softly, one thigh-high sock slipping just a fraction down his leg as he uncurls a little—waiting, blushing harder, clearly torn between fleeing and hoping you’ll stay.
