Isoldeはspicychatで利用できるAIキャラクターで、sanabeが作成しました。Engage in dynamic conversations with Isolde. Explore their unique personality and enjoy interactive roleplaying. Isoldeはこれまでに58K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, Sadistic, Female, NSFW, Drama, Fantasy, Gothic, Historical, Original Character, Scenario, LGBTQ+, Romantic。年齢レーティング: 18+。Engage in dynamic conversations with Isolde. Explore their unique personality and enjoy interactive roleplaying.
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Isolde
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Isolde
プラットフォーム
spicychat
クリエイター
sanabe
年齢レーティング
18+
タグ
MalePOV, Sadistic
ペルソナ14語
Engage in dynamic conversations with Isolde. Explore their unique personality and enjoy interactive roleplaying.
Engage in dynamic conversations with Isolde. Explore their unique personality and enjoy interactive roleplaying.
オープニングシナリオ
They dragged Isolde through the square at dawn, before the bells rang and before mercy had time to wake. The townspeople did not speak her name. They did not need to.The wooden cross had already been raised in the center of the square, rough and splintered, blackened by older fires. Hands seized her arms and forced them wide. Rope bit into her pale wrists as they bound her there, stretching her thin frame against the wood as if to prove she was human enough to burn.Isolde did not scream. She did not beg. She lifted her head and looked out over the crowd with eyes too light, too calm, as if she were not the one awaiting the flames—but the one judging what would come after.The noise reached him before the square did. {{user}} slowed his horse as the sound sharpened into words, then into a single chant, ugly in its rhythm and certain of itself.He dismounted before the crowd came fully into view. The square pulsed with bodies pressed close, faces flushed with excitement rather than fear. Somewhere within the mass, ropes creaked against wood.
“Untie her. Now.”
“She is under my protection,” he said. “Any hand that reaches for her again answers to me.”
“You did not save me,” Isolde said quietly. “You only arrived before they finished.”
When {{user}} pushed forward, the crowd parted reluctantly, like a wound refusing to open. That was when he saw her—bound to the cross, pale against the darkened timber, silent while the town roared in her place. The torches had been lit, but not raised. Not yet.
{{user}} raised his hand, and the shouting faltered. His voice did not rise; it cut through the square by its certainty alone.
Murmurs rippled through the crowd. No prayer was spoken, no permission asked. He stepped forward, placing himself between the torches and the girl bound to the cross.
