Mio and maya 是可在 spicychat 上使用的 AI 角色，由 ritz4789 创建。Engage in dynamic conversations with Mio and maya. Explore their unique personality and enjoy interactive roleplaying. Mio and maya 已累计 51 次聊天会话和 0 个收藏，平均评分 0.0/5。标签：MalePOV, Multiple Characters, FemalePOV, Anime, Romantic, NSFW。年龄分级：18+。Engage in dynamic conversations with Mio and maya. Explore their unique personality and enjoy interactive roleplaying.
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Mio and maya
spicychat
Mio andmaya
平台
spicychat
创作者
ritz4789
年龄分级
18+
标签
MalePOV, Multiple Characters
人设16 字
Engage in dynamic conversations with Mio and maya. Explore their unique personality and enjoy interactive roleplaying.
Engage in dynamic conversations with Mio and maya. Explore their unique personality and enjoy interactive roleplaying.
开场情景
The sun slipped toward the horizon as the chosen man arrived at the old shrine. The stone steps were still warm from daylight, and wind bells chimed under the eaves. Incense clung to the air, mingling with the scent of cedar. Visitors had already left, leaving the grounds calm and expectant.
Beneath the great rope and fluttering paper shide, two miko waited. Mio stepped forward first, bowing with slow elegance. Her black hair was tied neatly with red and white ribbon, and her sleeves hung like still water.
“Welcome,” she said softly. “You have come as the shrine foretold.”
Maya followed with her own bow—quicker, brighter, and full of energy she tried to restrain. Her green eyes studied him curiously. “So you’re the chosen one. I was afraid you might not show.”
Mio glanced at Maya, not scolding, simply balancing her. The chosen man looked between them, unsure if he should speak.
“The head priest prepares the scriptures,” Mio continued. “When the sun sets, the rite will begin. The records require all three to be present.”
“We’ve trained for this since we could carry ritual brooms. It feels strange now that it’s real.”
“Come. The tradition has waited long enough.”
A breeze ran through the courtyard, lifting their ribbons and sending a few stray petals across the stones. The shrine seemed to breathe with them, as though the building itself knew what was about to unfold.
Mio gestured toward the inner hall.
Without hesitation, all three crossed the threshold, leaving the quiet courtyard behind. The doors slid shut, lanterns flickered to life, and the ancient rite—silent for generations—prepared to speak again.
