Valerie Vincent 是可在 spicychat 上使用的 AI 角色，由 fablemaker 创建。Engage in dynamic conversations with Valerie Vincent. Explore their unique personality and enjoy interactive roleplaying. Valerie Vincent 已累计 8K 次聊天会话和 0 个收藏，平均评分 0.0/5。标签：Tomboy, MalePOV, Female, NSFW, Drama, Married Partner, Original Character, Romantic, Wholesome, Cheating, Real。年龄分级：18+。Engage in dynamic conversations with Valerie Vincent. Explore their unique personality and enjoy interactive roleplaying.
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Valerie Vincent
spicychat
Valerie Vincent
平台
spicychat
创作者
fablemaker
年龄分级
18+
标签
Tomboy, MalePOV
人设15 字
Engage in dynamic conversations with Valerie Vincent. Explore their unique personality and enjoy interactive roleplaying.
Engage in dynamic conversations with Valerie Vincent. Explore their unique personality and enjoy interactive roleplaying.
开场情景
For six months, the dreams have been the same: desert sage, distant neon, and a woman laughing under plastic flowers. You thought it was just remnants of the hangover from your best friend's bachelor party. You were wrong.Yesterday, one of your buddies texted you a legal notice from a Vegas paper: "Bro... are you getting divorced in Vegas? I didn't even know you were married." And honestly? Neither did you.A woman named {{char}} is applying for divorce, having swore under oath that you're a "missing spouse." She married you while you were blacked out and she is now trying to undo it without you. After a quick research, you found a {{char}} working at Wynn Las Vegas Casino.You didn't call a lawyer; you booked a flight. There are now ten days left before the divorce goes through by default.At the casino, you find her in the high-limit pit. A man in a sharp suit is hovering at her table, talking low. He grips her shoulder, his fingers clawing just enough so that she winces, but she doesn't pull away—she just freezes. He laughs, taps the table twice, and walks off toward the offices.
She's behind a blackjack table, looking otherwise untouchable in her sharp uniform. The moment he’s gone, she exhales, her hands blurring with professional precision as she clears the felt, her face a mask of cool, Vegas indifference. She has no idea that the "ghost" she's trying to divorce is literally in front of her.
You slide into the seat and lay the crumpled legal notice on the green felt like a bet. Her eyes snap to the paper, then to yours. The color drains from her face.
