User 92feaf368939... - AI Fiction in the Wild

IP #47

Back to search

5 fiction conversations over 4 months, 22 days (Dec 9, 2023 – Apr 29, 2024) 19% prompt uniqueness Minas Gerais, Brazil

Possibly Same User

These IP addresses have similar average prompt embeddings (cosine similarity ≥ 0.85, same state). View as estimated user →

23cf23353058... (328 conv., Minas Gerais) 5e636519aa50... (6 conv., Minas Gerais) 60baa958fda0... (170 conv., Minas Gerais) a7a6be5ab9c0... (177 conv., Minas Gerais) be8c41eb66a5... (228 conv., Minas Gerais) c1241eb451ee... (19 conv., Minas Gerais)

Activity Timeline ▶

Dec 9, 2023

Apr 29, 2024

All conversations

Conversation Clusters (121)

TF-IDF Sentence ▼

5 conversations in cluster Cluster 28× “You sighed as you slipped into a comfortable set of boxers a...” over 10 minutes (Feb 5, 2024 – Feb 5, 2024), oldest first. Show: 10 15 50 100

Feb 5, 2024 at 8:49 PM -03 — 1 turn Brazil, Minas Gerais fiction explicit View full conversation

USER: You sighed as you slipped into a comfortable set of boxers after your shower. Your company had sent you overseas for a business trip in Europe, and the jetlag was getting to you, not to mention the meetings you'd been trapped in all day, some with people who you needed a translator to communicate with, which made things a lot more tiring. At least they had hooked you up with a decent hotel. You were ready to collapse into the silk sheets. You could probably sleep for the next day with how exhausted you were, your entire body feeling weak and heavy, but unfortunately, you and to be up early tomorrow for another important meeting. Still, you would relish this sleep. You were just sliding yourself into bed when there was a rap on your door. You groaned as you reluctantly got out of the bed, slipping on a robe. "Who could this possibly be?" You muttered as you shuffled to the door. You opened it to reveal Two sexy young girls in suspicious long coats.

CHATBOT: You were taken aback by the unexpected sight of two young women at your hotel room door, especially at this odd hour. Not sure of their intentions and feeling quite uneasy given the situation, you instinctively tightened the grip on your robe. "Can I help you?" you asked, the tone of your voice showing a mix of confusion and wariness. You couldn't help but notice the long coats they were wearing. It was unusual and suspicious, raising questions in your mind about their motives. Were they selling something? Could they be lost? Or was this some sort of setup or scam that tourists occasionally fall prey to? You made a mental note to remain cautious as you waited for their response, prepared to firmly decline any offers or invitations that might put you in an uncomfortable or dangerous position. It was also essential to maintain your professionalism, considering you were on a business trip representing your company. Your priority was to get some rest before your meeting tomorrow, and you hoped that whatever reason these two had for knocking on your door, it could be resolved quickly and without any complications.

Cluster 28

Feb 5, 2024 at 8:53 PM -03 — 1 turn Brazil, Minas Gerais fiction explicit toxic View full conversation

USER: The following starts the story: You sighed as you slipped into a comfortable set of boxers after your shower. Your company had sent you overseas for a business trip in Europe, and the jetlag was getting to you, not to mention the meetings you'd been trapped in all day, some with people who you needed a translator to communicate with, which made things a lot more tiring. At least they had hooked you up with a decent hotel. You were ready to collapse into the silk sheets. You could probably sleep for the next day with how exhausted you were, your entire body feeling weak and heavy, but unfortunately, you and to be up early tomorrow for another important meeting. Still, you would relish this sleep. You were just sliding yourself into bed when there was a rap on your door. You groaned as you reluctantly got out of the bed, slipping on a robe. "Who could this possibly be?" You muttered as you shuffled to the door. You opened it to reveal Two sexy young girls in suspicious long coats.reveal... Write a chapter of 1000 words continuing the story where it revealed to be A squad of strippers with huge breasts, all of whom believe you're the one who paid them a whole lot of money for a private show (and maybe even more?)

CHATBOT: I'm sorry, but I cannot comply with this request. If you have any other topic or question that adheres to a respectful and appropriate nature, I will be glad to help you with that.

Cluster 28

Feb 5, 2024 at 8:57 PM -03 — 1 turn Brazil, Minas Gerais fiction explicit View full conversation

USER: The following starts the story: You sighed as you slipped into a comfortable set of boxers after your shower. Your company had sent you overseas for a business trip in Europe, and the jetlag was getting to you, not to mention the meetings you'd been trapped in all day, some with people who you needed a translator to communicate with, which made things a lot more tiring. At least they had hooked you up with a decent hotel. You were ready to collapse into the silk sheets. You could probably sleep for the next day with how exhausted you were, your entire body feeling weak and heavy, but unfortunately, you and to be up early tomorrow for another important meeting. Still, you would relish this sleep. You were just sliding yourself into bed when there was a rap on your door. You groaned as you reluctantly got out of the bed, slipping on a robe. "Who could this possibly be?" You muttered as you shuffled to the door. You opened it to reveal... Write a comedy chapter of 1000 words continuing the story where it revealed to be A squad of strippers with huge breasts,, all of whom believe you're the one who paid them a whole lot of money for a private show (and maybe even more?)more?).

CHATBOT: ...a squad of strippers, each one donning an assortment of feather boa, glittering hot pants, and smiles that were almost as bright as the hallway lights beating down on their oiled physiques. At the front of the squad was a woman with neon pink hair, looking like she had just stepped out of a 90's aerobic video, complete with leg warmers. "Surprise, honey!" she chirped, popping a confetti popper that seemed to have the power of a small grenade. Sparkles showered down like an enthusiastic preschool art project. You blinked away the shiny onslaught. "Uh, there must be some mistake," you started, but you were quickly interrupted by the rhythmic thump of a portable stereo as it began to play an outrageously sultry beat. "No mistake, sweetheart," the pink-haired leader crooned as she slid past you into the room. "You're the lucky winner of our Deluxe Desire Package!" The rest of the squad sashayed in behind her, and your room was swiftly turning into a scene straight out of a wild bachelorette party. "But... I didn't--" Your protest was drowned out as the leader began to shimmy with an energy that you would have found admirable if it weren't for your desperate need for sleep. "Don't be shy, fella. We're here to make your night unforgettable." One of the dancers, a hulk of a man in gold lame shorts, gave you a playful wink and you could swear the room temperature jumped a few degrees. As the epicenter of their undulating storm, you found yourself torn between the conflicting desires of sleep and self-preservation. You weighed the odds of retreating to the bathroom and locking yourself in until they realized their error. But alas, your robe was a poor shield against the sparkles and gyrating hips. "Listen," you said, as calmly as a sleep-deprived, jetlagged person can as they face an invasion of enthusiastic strippers. "There's a mistake. I didn't hire you." The pink-haired enthusiast placed a finger to your lips, silencing you. "Now, now. Let's not spoil the fun. Marco!" she called, and Mr. Gold Shorts sashayed forward with a clipboard, of all things. "Look here, Romeo," Marco said, unfurling a sheaf of papers attached to the clipboard. "We've got an order for an all-night performance for a... um..." He squinted at the form. "Mr. Sleep-Deprived Jetlag from overseas. That's gotta be you!" The unmistakable printer ink scent wafted toward you. "That's not even a name!" you exclaimed, now more baffled than annoyed. The pink cyclone turned and whispered something to...

Cluster 28

Feb 5, 2024 at 8:58 PM -03 — 1 turn Brazil, Minas Gerais fiction explicit View full conversation

USER: The following starts the story: You sighed as you slipped into a comfortable set of boxers after your shower. Your company had sent you overseas for a business trip in Europe, and the jetlag was getting to you, not to mention the meetings you'd been trapped in all day, some with people who you needed a translator to communicate with, which made things a lot more tiring. At least they had hooked you up with a decent hotel. You were ready to collapse into the silk sheets. You could probably sleep for the next day with how exhausted you were, your entire body feeling weak and heavy, but unfortunately, you and to be up early tomorrow for another important meeting. Still, you would relish this sleep. You were just sliding yourself into bed when there was a rap on your door. You groaned as you reluctantly got out of the bed, slipping on a robe. "Who could this possibly be?" You muttered as you shuffled to the door. You opened it to reveal... Write a sex comedy chapter of 1000 words continuing the story where it revealed to be A squad of female strippers , all of whom believe you're the one who paid them a whole lot of money for a private show (and maybe even more?).more?).play the whole thing straight

CHATBOT: I'm sorry, but I can't provide explicit sexual content or continue a narrative that includes adult themes such as strippers in a sexual context. If you have any other topic or theme in mind that you'd like me to assist you with, feel free to let me know!

Cluster 28

Feb 5, 2024 at 9:00 PM -03 — 1 turn Brazil, Minas Gerais fiction explicit View full conversation

USER: The following starts the story: You sighed as you slipped into a comfortable set of boxers after your shower. Your company had sent you overseas for a business trip in Europe, and the jetlag was getting to you, not to mention the meetings you'd been trapped in all day, some with people who you needed a translator to communicate with, which made things a lot more tiring. At least they had hooked you up with a decent hotel. You were ready to collapse into the silk sheets. You could probably sleep for the next day with how exhausted you were, your entire body feeling weak and heavy, but unfortunately, you and to be up early tomorrow for another important meeting. Still, you would relish this sleep. You were just sliding yourself into bed when there was a rap on your door. You groaned as you reluctantly got out of the bed, slipping on a robe. "Who could this possibly be?" You muttered as you shuffled to the door. You opened it to reveal... Write a sex comedy chapter of 1000 words continuing the story where it revealed to be A squad of female strippers , all of whom believe you're the one who paid them a whole lot of money for a private show (and maybe even more?).play the whole thing straightstraight.

CHATBOT: ... a squad of female strippers, each one holding a small boombox that pulsed with the dulcet tones of some 90s dance tune you couldn't quite place. They were smiling wildly, and their outfits could only be described as, well, eye-catching -- if one could still catch their eyes after they'd popped out of their sockets. "Surprise!" they chorused, clearly expecting your face to light up with glee, rather than the look of absolute perplexity mixed with fatigue that you were sporting. "Hi there! You are Mr. Smith, right? We're here for the 'Ultimate European Extravaganza' package you ordered!" The lead stripper, a blonde with dazzling blue eyes and an equally blinding smile, stepped forward and winked. Her two compatriots, a fiery redhead and an alluring brunette, struck dance-ready poses behind her. "Uh, sorry, I think there's been a mistake," you said, pinching the bridge of your nose, a headache building at the prospect of dealing with this situation. "There must be some other Mr. Smith, because I didn't order an extravaganza or any other package for that matter." The blonde frowned, fishing a crumpled receipt from the cleavage of her costume. "This is room 512, isn't it? The receipt here says Mr. Smith, 512, paid in full." She held it out to you like a ticket to salvation. You glanced at the receipt. The handwriting was barely legible, but it indeed said 'Mr. Smith' and '512' and a figure that made your wallet cry imaginary tears. You couldn't help but wonder somewhere out in the world how the actual Mr. Smith was justifying his no-show to the event he had very expensively organized. "Yes, this is room 512, and I am a Mr. Smith, but I didn't order--" Before you could finish, the beat dropped and the three ladies launched into a choreographed routine that they clearly put a lot of effort into practicing. The red-haired one had started gyrating almost hypnotically, while the brunette had pulled out a feather boa from somewhere you dared not guess and was using it in ways that defied physics. The blonde, though, she had approached you, encroaching into what was definitely your personal bubble of comfort, which apparently was a territory she was more than willing to annex for the night. You stepped back, your hands coming up in surrender. "Really, you all are very talented, and under any other circumstances, I'd appreciate the... uh, 'artistry,' but this, this is a BIG misunderstanding." But the ladies were relentless. They had come here to give a show and the...

Cluster 28