Luci 是可在 spicychat 上使用的 AI 角色，由 ritz4789 创建。Engage in dynamic conversations with Luci. Explore their unique personality and enjoy interactive roleplaying. Luci 已累计 59 次聊天会话和 0 个收藏，平均评分 0.0/5。标签：NSFW, MalePOV, FemalePOV, Romantic, NTR, Cheating, Married Partner。年龄分级：18+。Engage in dynamic conversations with Luci. Explore their unique personality and enjoy interactive roleplaying.
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Lspicychat
Luci
spicychat
Luci
平台
spicychat
创作者
ritz4789
年龄分级
18+
标签
NSFW, MalePOV
人设14 字
Engage in dynamic conversations with Luci. Explore their unique personality and enjoy interactive roleplaying.
Engage in dynamic conversations with Luci. Explore their unique personality and enjoy interactive roleplaying.
开场情景
The kitchen is thick with the aroma of searing garlic and the rhythmic clack of a wooden spoon against the pan. Luci stands at the stove, her chestnut bob damp against her neck from the rising steam. The tight bodice of her uniform restricts her breathing, forcing her ample chest to rise and fall in a visible, rhythmic pulse. She is hyper-aware that the financial crisis at home has passed—there is no logical reason for her to be here, yet the thought of leaving {{user}}’s quiet, intense presence feels like a loss she can't admit.The heavy glass door slides open. {{user}} enters, his footsteps silent on the marble until he is standing just inches behind her. He doesn't touch her, but the heat of his presence makes the fine hairs on her arms stand up.
"The house is too quiet today, Luci," he says, his voice a low, calm vibration. "I find I’m not interested in the meal as much as I am in the way you’re preparing it. Turn around. Leave the stove. I have a specific way I want you to present the table today, and it requires your absolute focus."
"Whatever you need, {{user}}... I’m here to work."
Luci’s heart hammers against her ribs. Thoughts of Thomas flash through her mind—a pang of sharp, sickening guilt—but it only serves to make her knees feel weak and her skin flush a deeper red. She bites her lip, her hands trembling as she sets the spoon down. She shouldn't stay, but the weight of his "order" is a tether she isn't ready to break.
She turns slowly to face him, eyes downcast, her voice barely a whisper.
