#customer interaction scripts

[niggadiffusion]

AI Tools for Crafting a Creative Brand: A Fresh Perspective

In today’s fast-paced digital world, creative entrepreneurs face the exhilarating task of carving out a brand identity that speaks to their audience. The rise of generative AI tools has turned this process on its head, offering a new kind of innovation that boosts creativity while simplifying brand development. For creative ventures like Majik Ink Creations, these tools aren’t just…

[bitchfitch]

I had a shrink appointment today and while I could not see it I knew my doc was going through the five stages of grief while I explained my fool proof strategy for doing my t shots despite a crippling fear of needles: By abusing my vastly more crippling fear of being an inconvenience.

My mother and I play phasmophobia together every week. she usually has a pretty limited time to do this bc she's like. a doctor and a college professor whos always busy. So I asked her to just. hold me to doing them. We don't start playing until the shot is done. so my needle fear doesn't matter because now it's Wasting™ her time and I have to do it quick. Using one neurosis to defeat another.

It's a horrible coping mechanism because it's feeding the inconvenience fear, but it is definitionally a coping mechanism.

[tottymatsuno]

Working on my robot au and i decided ichimatsu would be the brother that would be extremely popular bc hes marketed as a domestic companion. There'd be someone in a civil rights legal battle with the supreme court to actually allow ai-human marriages to be legally recognized, with an ichibot.

I say this for several reasons, but mostly bc i can see yall doing that.

Osomatsu would be the cheapest to buy secondhand bc he keeps accidentally gaining real sentience and uses it immediately to gamble, commit crimes, fuck around and over all do osomatsu related bullshit. But he can drive! Thats his special feature!

I have ideas ofc for the other ones but lol ive been thinking "and osomatsu can drive too please stop returning him you cab use him as a taxi driver and make money off of him you just have to be okay with the fact he might hit on your customers or crash your car, or steal your money to gamble pleeaaaseee we're trying to fix this in Series 4!"

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Joy looked like such a feral little kid

the combination of her limitless energy and her tendency to get bored and break/build things made her a terror to adults and a hero to the other kids

[foldingfittedsheets]

The mattress company I worked for the first time no longer exists. It was long ago eaten and assimilated by a bigger company. But when I started it was an incredibly intense five weeks of training. I was told I was extremely lucky to be selected, and I was. From a pool of a hundred applicants only fifteen of us made the cut to entering the training program.

The course covered how to talk to customers, how to ask open ended questions, how to close a sale, and product knowledge. I learned a lot, and truthfully my greatest takeaway was a lot of social scripts that I could use in other areas of my life.

We also had a midterm exam and a final. Both included a roleplay element with a trainer and a written portion. They told us when we started that the course was challenging but it was still a shock to come in after the midterm and realize half the class had failed.

I was named valedictorian of training- a dubious honor as it meant I’d done the best in the class, but popular lore had it that valedictorians struggled the most on the sales floor. Lo, I struggled.

Not because I wasn’t good. I was. But because my manager set out to systematically destroy my self esteem. Every sale, every interaction I had was scrutinized and criticized.

If I sold a bed with protectors, moveable base, and pillows he’d ask why I hadn’t managed to sell pillow protectors too. His first trainee had thrived on being challenged and he’d never bothered to learn a different way to coach.

It was wretched. My performance started strong but nosedived after a few weeks with him. My trainer, a man I loathed for stonewalling me in my interview, came in to inform me I was on new hire probation. If I couldn’t get my sales numbers up I’d be let go.

His actual phrasing was, “When you have a bandaid do you like to rip it off or pull it slowly?”

Since it was eminently obvious why he was visiting and because I thought it was condescending I sweetly informed him that I liked to soak my bandaids in hot water so they come off on their own.

He was briefly startled at this derailing but then got on with the bad news. I signed some forms stating that I understood my job was in peril.

I went home furious. I thought long and hard about why I wasn’t succeeding and how frustrated I was with my manager. I came in the next day and my anger had crystallized into a cold sharp edge.

My manager opened his mouth to address the probation and I snapped, “Just leave me alone. Go in the back if I have a sale. If you must address a serious issue then you will give me praise on two things I did right and present it as a compliment sandwich. Otherwise just say good job and shut up. Your constant nitpicking just makes me anxious and I do worse. Back off.” Belated and begrudging I added, “Please.”

He raised his eyebrows in dim surprise but I’d gauged him well. He backed off. Dutifully he’d meander into the back when I had a sale and praised me when I closed it. I resented knowing it was only because I’d demanded complimented but they still boosted me up. My numbers skyrocketed, I landed my first split king sale, and I exited probation with flying colors.

The trainer came back in to congratulate my manager for turning things around. To my gratification he gave me credit for setting him straight and said I’d taught him a different way to lead. My manager would often genuinely praise that moment when I’d stood up to him, impressed with my stubborn refusal to fail and my insight into what would help.

My biggest takeaway from the whole thing was just that people need positive reinforcement to succeed. Praise people for doing a good job. If you’re ever in a position where you need to criticize someone put it in a compliment sandwich instead of just saying the negative.

[ktempestbradford]

I have been on a Willy Wonkified journey today and I need y'all to come with me

It started so innocently. Scrolling Google News I come across this article on Ars Technica:

At first glance I thought what happened was parents saw AI-generated images of an event their kids were at and became concerned, then realized it was fake. The reality? Oh so much better.

On Saturday, event organizers shut down a Glasgow-based "Willy's Chocolate Experience" after customers complained that the unofficial Wonka-inspired event, which took place in a sparsely decorated venue, did not match the lush AI-generated images listed on its official website.... According to Sky News, police were called to the event, and "advice was given."

Thing is, the people who paid to go were obviously not expecting exactly this:

But I can see how they'd be a bit pissed upon arriving to this:

It gets worse.

"Tempest, how could it possibly--"

source of this video that also includes this charming description:

Made up a villain called The Unknown — 'an evil chocolate maker who lives in the walls'

There is already a meme.

Oh yes, the Wish.com Oompa Loompa:

Who has already done an interview!

As bad (and hilarious) as this all is, I got curious about the company that put on this event. Did they somehow overreach? Did the actors they hired back out at the last minute? (Or after they saw the script...) Oddly enough, it doesn't seem so!

Given what I found when poking around I'm legit surprised there was an event at all. Cuz this outfit seems to be 100% a scam.

The website for this specific event is here and it has many AI generated images on it, as stated. I don't think anyone who bought tickets looked very closely at these images, otherwise they might have been concerned about how much Catgacating their children would be exposed to.

Yes, Catgacating. You know, CATgacating!

I personally don't think anyone should serve exarserdray flavored lollipops in public spaces given how many people are allergic to it. And the sweet teats might not have been age appropriate.

Though the Twilight Tunnel looks pretty cool:

I'm not sure that Dim Tight Twdrding is safe. I've also been warned that Vivue Sounds are in that weird frequency range that makes you poop your pants upon hearing them.

Yes, Virginia, these folks used an AI image generator for everything on the website and used Chat GPT for some of the text! From the FAQ:

Q: I cannot go on the available days. Will you have more dates in the future? A: Should there be capacity when you arrive, then you will be able to enter without any problems. In the event that this is not the case, we may ask you to wait a bit.

Fear not, for this question is asked again a few lines down and the answer makes more sense.

Curious about the events company behind this disaster, I took myself over to the homepage of House of Illuminati and I was not disappointed.

I would 100% trust these people to plan my wedding.

This abomination of a website is a badly edited WordPress blog filled with AI art and just enough blog posts to make the casual viewer think that it's a legit business for about 0.0004 seconds.

Their attention to detail is stunning, from how they left up the default first post every WP blog gets to how they didn't bother changing the name on several images, thus revealing where they came from. Like this one:

With the lovely and compact filename "DALL·E-2024-01-30-09.50.54-Imagine-a-scene-where-fantasy-and-reality-merge-seamlessly.-In-the-foreground-a-grand-interactive-gala-is-taking-place-filled-with-elegant-guests-i.png"

"Concept.png" came from the same AI generator that gets text almost, but not quiiiiiite right:

There are a suspicious number of .webp images in the uploads, which makes me think they either stole them from other sites where AI "art" was uploaded or they didn't want to pay for the hi-res versions of some and just grabbed the preview image.

The real fun came when I noticed this filename: Before-and-After-Eventologists-Transformation-Edgbaston-Cricket-Ground-1024x1024-1.jpg and decided to do a Google image search. Friends, you will be shocked to hear that the image in question, found on this post touting how they can transform a boring warehouse into a fun event space, was stolen from this actual event planner.

Even better, this weirdly grainy image?

From a post that claims to be about the preparations for a "Willy Wonka" experience (we'll get to this in a minute), is not only NOT an actual image of anyone preparing anything for Illuminati's event, it is stolen from a YouTube thumbnail that's been chopped to remove the name of the company that actually made this. Here's the video.

If you actually read the blog posts they're all copypasta or some AI generated crap. To the point where this seems like not a real business at all. There's very specific business information at the bottom, but nothing else seems real.

As I said, I'm kinda surprised they put on an event at all. This has, "And then they ran off with all our money!" written all over it. I'm perplexed.

And also wondering when the copyright lawyers are gonna start calling, because...

This post explicitly says they're putting together a "Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory Experience" complete with golden tickets.

Somewhere along the line someone must have wised up, because the actual event was called "Willys Chocolate Experience" (note the lack of apostrophe) and the script they handed to the actors about 10 minutes before they were supposed to "perform" was about a "Willy McDuff" and his chocolate factory.

As I was going through this madness with friends in a chat, one pointed out that it took very little prompting to get the free Chat GPT to spit out an event description and such very similar to all this while avoiding copyrighted phrases. But he couldn't figure out where the McDuff came from since it wasn't the type of thing GPT would usually spit out...

Until he altered the prompt to include it would be happening in Glasgow, Scotland.

You cannot make this stuff up.

But truly, honestly, I do not even understand why they didn't take the money and run. Clearly this was all set up to be a scam. A lazy, AI generated scam.

Everything from the website to the event images to the copy to the "script" to the names of things was either stolen or AI generated (aka stolen). Hell, I'd be looking for some poor Japanese visitor wandering the streets of Glasgow, confused, after being jacked for his mascot costume.

HE LIVES IN THE WALLS, Y'ALL.

[cryptotheism]

One thing I truly hate about my old day job is I actually enjoyed being a barista. I liked the infinite perfectability of it. I enjoyed the satisfaction of peoviding quick service. I liked talking with customers and getting to know them within a limited yet human script of interaction. I like coffee more than most folks. I look good in an apron.

But Starbucks treats people like shit. The constant on-call shifts made it hard to plan shit. The chronic understaffing would turn ordinary shifts into a panic if something went wrong. My knees and ankles were fucked from always being on my feet.

There is a close alternate future where Starbucks treats it's workers with dignity, and I was happy serving coffee for the rest of my life.

Now I write silly edutainment stuff about religion on the internet. I'm very thankful for my job. I'm very lucky that this is my primary income. But sometimes I dwell on how modern capitalism squandered someone who absolutely would have been happy in a service job.

[niggadiffusion]

AI Tools for Crafting a Creative Brand: A Fresh Perspective

In today’s fast-paced digital world, creative entrepreneurs face the exhilarating task of carving out a brand identity that speaks to their audience. The rise of generative AI tools has turned this process on its head, offering a new kind of innovation that boosts creativity while simplifying brand development. For creative ventures like Majik Ink Creations, these tools aren’t just…

[jinwoosungs]

01/03/25; 10:00pm

{ drabbles / headcanons }

[ when they realize that you’re the true mc from behind the screen ]

featuring: sylus, zayne, xavier, rafayel

notes: this is just my own take on the self aware au! i know other creators who’ve written their own self aware au’s (and have executed them amazingly well!), but i hope that you readers will give my story a chance, too ♡

you never understood the hype that surrounded the game known as love and deepspace-

however, the moment sylus was announced as the newest love interest for this game-

to say you were mildly interested would have been the greatest understatement of the century. when his trailer was revealed, you swore you felt your knees clash together while basking in his pure, masculine beauty.

and his voice- dear god did it sound like pure silk against your ears!

needless to say, you downloaded lads the moment sylus dropped as the latest love interest. when you made your mc, you did your best to model her after your own appearance to the best of your abilities-

however, it seemed impossible to do.

the mc was just too petite and perfect, something that you could never achieve in real life. yet despite it all, you tried your best to customize her to match your features before starting the game. as you struggled with the missions in the main story, you were essentially grinding until the moment you could unlock sylus's story branch-

and the moment when you accomplished it, you were truly on cloud 9, taking an ungodly amount of screenshots each time sylus was on your phone's screen. you kept interacting with him in game, raising his affinity with you to level 50 in a mere few weeks.

it was embarrassing how much you adored this gorgeous man made up entirely of pixels. you always spent quality time with him, bringing him with you when you worked or had to study for an upcoming exam. each time you would glance at your phone and see his devastatingly handsome features cleaning his gun, you would grin and press a kiss on your screen (directly over his cheek!)

were you shameless for feeling so deeply about a fictional man-

absolutely yes. but did you care?

no.

after kissing sylus for what had to be the thousandth time that day, you would go back to your responsibilities, unaware that sylus could hear you and feel the sensation of your kisses against his cheek.

at first, it was maddening for sylus to realize that everything he's been through was made up by some writers at a company. every tragedy was forced upon him for the sake of a good story-

and he hated it.

he hated how his every word was essentially a script made up by that same company and how he was forced to interact with an mc that was just the same as the rest-

yet the moment he realized he could see you settled behind that woman's avatar-

sylus was intrigued, to say the least.

despite how you looked drastically different from the mc, something about you drew him to you more than the mc ever could. for starters, you were a true, living person who had a personality.

and you just seemed so alive each time sylus saw you. the more time he had spent with you, the more his feelings of curiosity turned into something tangible and real-

making sylus yearn for the day you would recognize him noticing you. he stops cleaning his gun just then, simply keeping his crimson gaze on your form as you wrote in your notebook. the hours continue to pass, yet sylus allows the quality time feature to go on even past the 30 minute mark, not stopping until you were done.

as your eyes go back to your phone, you were ready to quit the session when sylus purposely stops you, "no kiss this time? you wound me, little dove."

he basks in your wide eyed expression and the way your mouth was wide open in a gape, chuckling as you waved your hand over the screen-

and sylus was following your every movement.

"you can see me?"

"i think we've made that abundantly clear just now, little dove." he shakes his head, feeling his world tilt slightly when you pick up your phone.

"y-you just spoke to me, and i- i'm your little dove?" a dreamy expression crosses your features as you kept your gaze on sylus. he gives you a rare, tiny smile while reaffirming his nickname for you with a nod, "of course you are. you have always been my little dove since the moment i laid eyes on you."

a cute sound escapes from your parted lips, and he felt himself being jostled around when you began to spin while holding your phone. with his eyebrows lifted in response, he calls out your name while telling you, "you don't seem to be as panicked as i imagined."

"are you kidding me? i-" you cough and give him a sheepish expression, "i actually love you so much, and despite the weirdness of this all, i'm strangely happy."

your words succeed in making sylus feel warm inside-

and he knew he had to find a way to be with you soon.

zayne has always been aware of your existence, since you were a longtime player of his game and have spent most of your time together with him.

strangely enough, he took pride in having the highest affinity with you-

yet when you obtained any of the other love interest's memories, or spent some time with them-

a wave of jealousy would course through zayne's veins. he knew that he was programmed to always feel happy with whatever man you chose-

but he couldn't bring himself to let you go. after all, zayne knew that he loved you the most out of all of them.

he was the one who held your health and wellbeing above all else (even ignoring his own desires to see you during his quality time sessions with you.)

while working on his laptop at the cafe, he was aware of how late it was and was hoping that you were already safe and sound in bed-

so imagine his surprise when he sees you logging into the game, greeting him with a tired smile on your face as you opened up the quality time menu with him.

"hey zaynie, i know it's late, but i need to get these assignments done just to stay ahead. i couldn't find the time to do them earlier, so that's why i'm here."

admittedly, zayne could feel a shiver of pleasure each time you spoke to him, allowing him to bask in the sound of your voice-

yet more so than that was how concerned he was that you wanted to do your assignments at such an ungodly hour. as you pressed on the quality time session, zayne would immediately cancel it. confusion was etched onto your features, making you try again-

only to have zayne cancel the session once more.

"what the hell is going on?"

unable to hide the fact that he could respond to you (and not wishing to ignore you any longer) zayne takes a chance and speaks to you.

"it's too late for you to be studying. you should be in bed, ready to sleep."

your eyebrows furrow in response to his words, uncertain if this was part of his script (it wasn't). unable to stop, zayne continues to lightly scold you, "humans need at least 8 hours of sleep, and i know that you've barely gotten 5 hours the past few days."

"oh my god, what?!" he watches as you pick up your phone, meeting his gaze as an incredulous expression was seen on your face. "zaynie, are you talking to me?"

zayne was conflicted now, pulling at the collar of his shirt before clearing his throat, wanting to be honest with you, "yes... i am talking to you, and if you cared for me and my feelings at all, you would go to bed and work on your assignments in the morning, once you're fully rested."

it takes you a moment to take this all in.

from zayne meeting your gaze and scolding you because he was concerned about your health-

it honestly felt like such a dream come true.

your features end up breaking out into a kind smile, and zayne could feel a blush creeping up against his cheek when you nuzzle your face closer to your phone, "okay zaynie, i'll go to sleep."

cradling the phone close to your chest, you let out a hum while slowly getting into bed. once you were settled in bed, you held up your phone to see zayne looking back at you. he smiles at you, "good girl, now close your eyes and sleep."

he watches as you purse your lips before asking him, "will you stay with me, zayne?"

smiling at your request, he gives you a nod, "of course. i'm not going anywhere." he watches you once more as you cuddle into your comforter, closing your eyes while setting your phone close to you.

and as your breathing evens out, (turning softer), zayne whispers your name, filled with longing and love for you alone.

you had to be experiencing the worst cold of your life as you were settled in bed with your phone in hand, playing love and deepspace as you did some missions with xavier, your true love interest for the game.

in the middle of your battle, you let out a particularly loud sneeze, wiping the snot away from your nose while blowing into a tissue when a tiny voice was heard saying "bless you."

after blowing your nose, you said 'thank you' in response-

only to do a double take.

who just said bless you?

you take a quick scan around your room, coughing here and there-

only to realize that there was no one in sight.

you hear the voice again, this time saying your name as you realized that it sounded familiar to you. looking back at your phone, you saw xavier had already taken out the enemy and was looking directly at you.

you swallow thickly, your voice shaky when you began to speak,

"xavier?"

"yes."

"you can hear me?"

"i was able to hear you since day 1, and you chose to stick with me." xavier was practically grinning now, appearing smug while folding his arms across his chest.

by now, you were feeling dizzy as you slowly sit up in bed, feeling almost feverish while looking into xavier's gorgeous, true blue eyes. xavier has been aware of your presence this whole time-

and that fact was enough to make a surge of warmth course through you.

"you... you have always been able to see me?" you ask xavier in a shy voice, earning an earnest nod from him, "yes, and..." he trails off while pressing a hand against your screen, "i'm sorry that i'm unable to take care of you when you're feeling so sick."

"n-no! don't worry about it... i'm just happy that you're here... with me."

a sweet smile paints xavier's expression, coupled along with a gentle chuckle. "i'm happy to be with you, too. and i'm happy that you chose me over them."

realizing what xavier meant, you gave him the best smile you could manage while wiping at your nose with a new tissue, "i will always choose you, xavi."

hearing your admission causes a surge of possessiveness to course through xavier's veins. and while you smiled back at him, the philos prince was thinking of ways to forever keep your smiles for himself.

feeling the need to clean your house and do some chores around it, you decide to spend some quality time with rafayel, the hot lemurian you fell in love with ever since you began playing love and deepspace. with his pretty, pouty face on your screen, you began cleaning, moving around your kitchen and living room while wiping down each surface you could see.

you spent a few hours cleaning, with rafayel seeming to sketch during his quality time session with you, which felt odd. usually, after 30 minutes, the game would notify you, asking if you'd like to continue the session as you confirmed it-

yet now, that didn't seem to happen.

you saw no notification-

and rafayel was still sketching on your screen.

with a shrug, you figured the game probably updated and added this new feature, where you didn't have to constantly renew the 30 minutes during your quality time with rafayel. feeling thirsty now, you pick up your phone and head into the kitchen, setting your phone on the counter as you went into the fridge to grab a bottle of water.

"hey princess! where did you go?! i can't see you!"

you nearly dropped your water bottle in response, hearing rafayel's voice coming from your phone. "come on princess, don't leave me hanging, where are you?"

was this a new script?

closing your fridge, you step closer to your phone, seeing rafayel's pout. picking it up, allowing rafayel to finally see you, he was smiling now while winking at you. "there you are, princess! are you done doing all that work?"

words were unable to form as you were left gaping at him, making the artist chuckle while shaking his head, "you look like a goldfish, which is pretty cute! oh, before i forget!"

rafayel pulls back, revealing his sketchbook to you. your heart was felt clenching slightly before racing upon realizing every sketch was about you-

not your mc in game.

the realization of it all had you reeling, with your hands gripping at your counter when you addressed rafayel. "rafe, you can see me?"

"of course i can, always have been able to, princess." he has the audacity to make your heart flutter the moment he gives you another wink. "and let me just say, i've been loving what i've been seeing so far, princess."

by now, you felt like you were on the verge of collapsing, unable to hide your grin as you cling to your phone all while basking in rafayel's flirty and playful words-

yet little did you know, somewhere along the way, rafayel had genuinely fallen head over heels for you, keeping each painting and sculpture he had made of you hidden so that you would never know-

at least, not yet.

end notes: i'm so happy to write a story like this, where all the lads men truly are so META and wish to be with YOU-

and not the mc (⺣◡⺣)♡

this is currently unedited, but i shall make any changes the moment this story is posted!

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[studioaudio]

The Features and Processes Behind an Exceptional IVR Recording

In today's digitally-driven business landscape, communication is key. Interactive Voice Response (IVR) systems play a crucial role in ensuring seamless and efficient interactions between businesses and their customers. IVR recordings are the voice of your brand when customers call, making it essential to have exceptional IVR recordings. In this blog, we will delve into the features and processes that contribute to creating outstanding IVR recordings.

Understanding IVR Recordings

Before we dive into the features and processes, let's clarify what IVR recordings are. IVR recordings are pre-recorded voice messages used in interactive voice response systems. These messages guide callers through a series of options or provide them with information, helping them navigate and access the right services.

Features of Exceptional IVR Recordings

Clarity and Professionalism: The voice used in IVR recordings should be clear, professional, and easy to understand. It reflects your brand's image and professionalism.

Conciseness: Exceptional IVR recordings are concise and to the point. They deliver the necessary information without unnecessary elaboration, keeping callers engaged.

Customization: Tailoring IVR recordings to match your brand's tone and style is crucial. Customization ensures that the recording aligns with your company's identity.

Multilingual Support: If your business serves a diverse customer base, offering IVR recordings in multiple languages can greatly enhance the customer experience.

Natural Flow: IVR recordings should have a natural flow, making it easy for callers to follow instructions and reach their desired destination within the system.

Processes for Creating Exceptional IVR Recordings

Script Writing: Begin by crafting a clear and concise script. Define the message you want to convey, the options you want to provide, and the call flow.

Voice Talent Selection: Choose a professional voice talent that resonates with your brand's image. Conduct auditions if necessary to find the perfect fit.

Recording and Editing: Record the IVR script in a quiet and soundproof environment. After recording, edit the audio to ensure clarity and remove any background noise.

Quality Assurance: Thoroughly review the recording to ensure it meets your quality standards. Check for pronunciation, clarity, and overall message delivery.

Testing: Before deploying the IVR recording, conduct extensive testing to ensure that it works flawlessly within your IVR system.

Regular Updates: Keep your IVR recordings up to date. Update them with relevant information, such as new services or changes in menu options.

Conclusion

Exceptional IVR recordings are a crucial component of effective customer communication. They not only improve the customer experience but also reinforce your brand's identity. By focusing on the features and processes discussed in this blog, you can ensure that your IVR recordings stand out and leave a positive impression on your callers. Invest in creating exceptional IVR recordings, and you'll reap the rewards of improved customer satisfaction and streamlined communication.

Click here to explore the full blog: https://studio52.tv/blog/stellar-ivr-recording-functionalities-procedures/

[midnitetech]

All Hours Career Pack (Full-Time)

Hello all,

I really hope you like my latest creation. This is a pack of 20 full-time careers, and you can choose between taking the day shift or working nights! It includes 60 levels in total, with custom buffs, Daily Tasks (that are different for EVERY level), interactions and uniforms.

Here are the branches...

These should keep your Sims busy, and they include all the features of EA's careers: layoffs, enabled for Neighborhood Stories joining, etc.

⚠️REQUIRED⚠️ 🌐 Lot 51's Core Library 🎮Required DLC:

👥 Get Together (DJ Skill)

🌨️ Seasons (Flower Arranging Skill)

♻️ Eco Lifestyle (Fabrication Skill & Uniforms)

💼 Get to Work (Baking Skill & Uniforms)

📎Optional: 🌲 To Switch Branches, grab this (EA doesn't include the ability to switch career branches).

Get help, reach out, or explore more of my creations—all in one place!

Download to C:\Users\....\Documents\Electronic Arts\The Sims 4\Mods Don't forget Lot 51's Core Library—script files must be no more than 1 folder deep.

PATREON (free)

[shiny-jr]

- Warning: None really. Gender-neutral reader. 

- Characters: Malleus Draconia, Lilia Vanrouge, Silver, Sebek Zigvolt.

- Summary: You work a minimum wage job when a fae takes an interest after you jokingly asked him "will you adopt me?"

- Note: I planned for this to be a platonic yandere thing, but really it's only silly thoughts so I don't really plan to continue this unless y'all want. I don't even have a name for it.

Thinking about an AU where...

You were born a regular magicless person in Twisted Wonderland. Which was a travesty, but not too uncommon, as there were plenty of beings in this world that were incapable of magic. It was considered a privilege to be born with such capabilities. A privilege.

Which was likely why the world seemed catered specifically for magic users. Magic users were the cream of the crop, the best of the best. In the social hierarchy, magic users reined on top. That's just how things were. It wasn't discriminatory. It was merely the nature of society. If a company was looking to hire, of course they would inquire if potential employees could use magic. And of course, they were more likely to choose magic users to fill the positions. That explained why you could only find work as a minimum wage telemarketer, but it was better than nothing.

Random numbers generated and numerous attempts, scripted greetings you've said so much you could recite them in your sleep. As soon as you get an answer of "mmmyello?" a casual and exaggerated hello, you go off on the scripted greeting to advertise the product.

Shockingly, the person on the other end doesn't immediately hang up. They merely hum at your words, occasional shifting heard on the other end.

By the tone and voice, you've deduced that it's a rather relaxed guy. A conversation ensues, and although he doesn't sound all that interested in making a purchase, he doesn't get annoyed by your call. In fact, he continues to chat, seemingly amused by you and willing to share details such that he had a son and two others he fondly cared for.

The man, whom referred to himself as Lilia, mentioned he lived in Briar Valley. How odd, as it was common knowledge that the valley didn't have the best connection with technology due to their preference towards magic. He spoke of his well-mannered son and the other two boys he helped raise, one was a loud son of a dentist and the other was a quiet son of longtime family friends. By this time you were imagining an older gentleman with three young boys no older than ten.

He seemed to care so fondly for them that in the middle of the pleasant conversation, you couldn't help but jokingly ask, "Will you adopt me?"

The line was silent and you were mortified as you remembered this was supposed to be business talk, and your calls were likely being recorded. After what must've been shock, he began to laugh on the other end, and you immediately ended the call in your panic.

Why did you say that? You shouldn't have said that– Damn it, right when you were just gonna test the waters to see if he wanted the insurance package! Well, there went your big catch of the day. The rest of the evening was failed attempts, either deadlines or potential customers just hung up as soon as you spoke. Things were looking bleak.

Eventually, not even a week later, you received a letter. A letter, not an email, that was written much like how you expected the contents of a letter from the medieval ages to sound. Starting with: Salutations, Telemarketer–– and after several paragraphs, ending with ––That is why I am now interested in your deal! I will need your assistance, because I have not a single clue about how insurance works.

There was no number, and you couldn't recall the one you had reached him through, so there was no choice but to resort to the old fashioned way. Through letters. Although it would be a hassle and an interaction that would likely last for weeks just for one deal, a customer was a customer, and this would be your first one in so long. However, when you agreed to speak to him, you didn't actually expect him to show up at your doorstep. The voice you recognized, but he was not what you had in mind. He looked to be your age, short with magenta highlights in his black hair and wide red eyes accompanied by a fang-toothed smile. And pointed ears, the sign of fae. Of course he was a fae, that made total sense as to why he spoke as if he were older. He probably was older, much older than you previously thought.

Lilia wore a constant smile, listening but also not listening when you tried your best to explain what insurance was to a fae that had never once needed it.

"Do you get it now...?" You asked finally, after a lengthy explanation to which he barely asked any questions. All he did was nod up and down.

There was a brief pause. "Yesss..." That sounded uncertain, but he didn't appear to care too much as he noticed your bag with only the minimum in it like keys and a thin wallet. Along with the time. "Shouldn't you be on your lunch break now?"

"Yes, but... I don't eat lunch. I'm not hungry." A lie. You were hungry, but it wasn't easy to get lunch on a minimum wage salary alone. You'd eat something for dinner.

Lilia seemed to sense this, somehow detecting your lie. "Hm... Well, I like you. And I'm not about to let a child starve on my watch."

"A child...?" You stared at him incredulously. This fae was practically the same size as you, maybe even shorter. "I'm over––"

"Uh-huh, just nod and come along." He instructed, holding up a finger to gently shush you as he waved you along to follow beside him. "If your age only has two numbers in it, then in my eyes, you're like a toddler."

Lunch was surprisingly nice, as Lilia was quite eccentric but excellent at holding a conversation. He seemed wise and witty, making a great combination. However, you couldn't help but wonder what a fae from Briar Valley was doing here, as it was known that most faes preferred not to leave the valley.

"It's getting late, I do have to be going..." Lilia sighed, before turning to you and his smile softened. "Would you like to see my boys I told you about? It won't take long."

Did he live close by? That was the only plausible explanation you could think of, since Briar Valley was a whole continent away. It only made sense that he lived nearby if he were here now. Maybe he was one of the few fae that chose to leave the valley.

This was quickly disproven when he held your hand and told you to stay still, when it felt like you were hurled through space. A gust of wind slapping your face, your eyes momentarily seeing a kaleidoscope of colors, you felt sick when suddenly your surroundings were darker.

Dark brick walls like black, candles lighting the space, gray stone floors... definitely not the outside of the cafe you were just standing in front of moments ago. Teleporation magic...? He was a fae, and all faes had magic. You only had milliseconds to recover and swallow the rising bile in your throat, as Lilia pulled you into an open space like a courtyard where light filtered in. However, in this space there were training dummies and swords instead of flowers and butterflies.

"Come, come, meet my boys. The ones I've told you about!"

You immediately paled. When you heard boys, you were expecting young children no bigger than half your height. Instead you were met with three towering men with forbidding expressions.

Two of which were dressed in dark metallic armor and lowering sharpened weapons. The one on the left was a bit taller, with green hair and sharp eyes that pierced you like a blade. The one on the right was the shorter of the two, but that didn't make him any less intimidating with his gray hair and aurora eyes on an expression as cold as ice.

And the last, the last was recognizable anywhere. Black robes and majestic black horns like a crown with slitted green eyes that seemed to glow and peer into your very soul. That was the prince of the valley, a fae with unrivaled and frightening levels of magic.

"This is Sebek, Silver, and Malleus. They've so looked forward to meeting you ever since I told them about you after our pleasant telephone chat yesterday!"

[drdemonprince]

obviously people who work with The Public have very good systemic reasons to complain about customers, and i would never tone police them for that or say it is not their sacred right to bitch about how the public is dumb. hating on customers is a time honored tradition and an important bonding and stress relief practice

it's just the case that the actual root of their suffering is the exploitation and alienation of the industry in which they are working, and the highly routinized, structured interactions which they are forced to reenact hundreds of times in a day, with a focus placed upon brute efficiency and predictability, such that they only way that they can experience another person who is confused, has questions, or breaks the expected script is as an annoyance or a dummy, rather than as a human being who is not operating with the same information or incentives as them.

not saying anyone should be more patient with customers, truly fuck them, it just ultimately sucks that capitalism creates an adversarial relationship between service worker and customer when typically both parties are being taken advantage of by a common evil.

the more rigidly scripted the customer service dialogue options are on the phone, the more frustrated and stuck the customer calling in is because they have no way of communicating accurately what they need, and the more the customer service worker on the other end of the line (who is forced to act out that script) hates them, when obviously it's the people writing the phone script and forcing it onto people who is the source of the evil, etcetera.

[twinsimming]

Utilities Mod Update (6/10/24) - Heating and Cooling System & Temperature Utilities ⛄🔥

Sims are now affected by outdoor temperatures indoors, and are at risk of overheating or freezing if their temperature swings to either extreme. 

Thermostats, Radiators, and/or Air Conditioners are now required inside a sim’s home to help regulate their temperature.

Requirements

This mod requires The Sims 3: Seasons.

To activate the new system, place down one of the three temperature utilities and use the “Enable Temperature Utility” interaction. Once enabled, you can then turn on the temperature utility to control your lot’s temperature.

These temperature changes will only affect sims in your household on your active home lot. No need to worry about unplayed households or sims on community lots freezing or spontaneously combusting!

Thermostats, Radiators, & Air Conditioner Utilities

There are three different types of temperature utilities to choose from to control your lot’s temperature, depending on the climate of your current world and the size of your lot. 

Thermostats are good for climates that have both hot and cold seasons, as they have heating and air conditioning, and are cost effective for residential lots with more than two or three rooms.

Radiators and Air Conditioners are better for climates that have either cold or hot seasons, but not both. They’re also more cost effective for apartments or starter homes with a few rooms, as they cost less per hour of what a thermostat does.

Thermostat: Provides either heat or air conditioning when turned on, covers the entire house, costs §2 per hour, gives the Toasty and Keeping Cool custom moodlets

Radiator: Provides heat when turned on, only covers the room it is located in, costs §1 every 2 hours, gives the Toasty custom moodlet

Air Conditioner: Provides air conditioning when turned on, only covers the room it is located in, costs §1 every 2 hours, gives the Keeping Cool custom moodlet

There are three thermostats, four radiators, and two air conditioners included with the mod. Some of the meshes are from Around The Sims 3 and the others were converted from The Sims 2 and The Sims 4 by me.

Temperature Utilities Usage

Temperature utilities can be turned on for different lengths of time: 6 hours, 12 hours, 18 hours, or 24 hours and will automatically switch off when the time is up.

Radiators and Air Conditioners have “Turn All On/Turn All Off” interactions to switch on or off all radiators or all air conditioners on the lot at once.

The usage cost of these utilities will be added to your household’s next bill.

If you want to opt out of the heating and cooling system, use the “Disable Temperature Utility” interaction available on one of the three temperature utilities.

Pay attention to the weather forecast temperatures to determine when your household needs to turn on their heating or air conditioning, and remember to turn them off when the weather is fine to save money!

Note: Temperature utilities will not be shut off due to lack of funds, bill delinquency, or outages.

New Moodlets

Keeping Cool: Given when air conditioning is on, lasts until sim leaves the room (air conditioner) or house (thermostat), +5 mood, removes the Pleasantly Warm, Getting Warm, Starting to Sweat, and Sweating Profusely moodlets

Toasty: Given when heat is on, lasts until sim leaves the room (radiator) or house (thermostat), +5 mood, removes the Pleasantly Chilly, Getting Chilly, Starting to Shiver, and Teeth Chattering moodlets

Master Controls

Every utility now has four new interactions: “Turn On All Utilities”, “Turn Off All Utilities”, “Enable All Utilities”, and “Disable All Utilities” under a new pie menu interaction called “Master Controls…”. These interactions turn on/off and enable/disable every utility on the active home lot at one time.

Script Namespace

If you want to turn another object into a utility, open your desired object in s3pe and replace the current script name with the following:

Sims3.Gameplay.Objects.Twinsimming.Utilities.Thermostat

Sims3.Gameplay.Objects.Twinsimming.Utilities.Radiator

Sims3.Gameplay.Objects.Twinsimming.Utilities.AirConditioner

Credits

EA/Maxis for The Sims 2, The Sims 3, and The Sims 4, Around The Sims 3 for meshes, SimPE, Visual Studio 2019, Sims4Studio, Blender, Milkshape, TSRW, ILSpy, s3pe, Notepad++, and Gimp.

Thank You

Thank you to @desiree-uk, @kevinvoncrastenburg, and @its-time-o-clock for testing and feedback. And to @aroundthesims for allowing me to use some of her wonderful meshes for the temperature utilities!

Download @ ModTheSims

If you like my work, please consider tipping me on Ko-fi 💙

[skzophreniic]

⍣ ೋ cw: explicit sexual content. dirty talk. fingering. unprotected sex. felix is a bit of a perv.

⍣ ೋ notes: hihi. for the internal service report, i decided that i've gotten a bit bored with the gc messages and instead wrote a little script that was inspired by the office lol. let me know if u guys like it or if i should just stick to the fake messages.

INTERNAL INVESTIGATION REPORT Filed by: Concierge Aeryn Subject: Staff Conduct – Inappropriate Guest Interaction (Alleged Misconduct During Welcome Assistance) Staff Member Under Review: Bellboy Felix Requested by: Guest (Room 1706) Requested Resolution: Formal Investigation & Internal Service Memo

The concierge’s pink clipboard is held tight to her chest as she rounds the corner and spots him—leaning against the wall just outside the staff lounge, uniform pristine, lanyard badge clipped off-center like he’s too laid-back to care. Felix.

He’s mid-laugh, dimples in full effect, teasing one of the housekeepers with some story you just know has been exaggerated beyond belief. He spots Aeryn immediately—her expression unreadable—and straightens with a boyish grin.

“Concierge~,” he drawls, bright as ever. “You look gorgeous today.”

“Felix.” Her tone is clipped, heels clicking to a stop in front of him. “We need to talk.”

He clasps his hands behind his back. “Is this about the towel thing? I swear he said room six-oh-four, not four-oh-six—”

“It’s Suite 1706,” she interrupts, flipping to a fresh page on her clipboard. “You brought their bag up earlier this afternoon.”

“Oh! Right,” he chirps, as if recalling a charming anecdote. “Pretty guest. Killer heels. Looked like they needed a little help.” He flashes a grin. “I was being nice.”

“Nice,” Aeryn repeats, deadpan. “You placed your arm around their waist. Fingers were… described as ‘kneading.’”

Felix doesn’t blink. “They stumbled.”

“You carried a single weekend bag.”

“They looked tired!” he insists, eyes wide, dimples deepening. “I was just making sure they got to their room safely. You know me—I’m all about guest satisfaction.”

Aeryn narrows her eyes. “That’s precisely what concerns me.”

Felix tilts his head, still smiling like he doesn’t have a single indecent thought in that pretty head of his.

“I’m being punished for being helpful?” he says with a pout that’s almost convincing. “That doesn’t seem fair.”

Aeryn doesn’t indulge him. “You’re being investigated because your version of helpful tends to involve unsolicited physical contact and a smile that reads less ‘customer service’ and more ‘lingerie catalog.’”

Felix gasps—dramatically, hand to chest. “You wound me.”

“You’ll survive,” Aeryn mutters, flipping another page with purpose. “In the meantime, I think it’s only right you go speak with the guest. Clarify the situation.”

His brows rise. “Clarify?”

“Tell her she must’ve misread your intentions,” Aeryn says, tone clipped. “Because you’re just an innocent employee making sure everyone checks in safely.”

Felix leans in slightly. “Innocent?”

“You’ll act like it.”

A beat passes. Then his smile slowly returns—less sunshine, more sin. “For accuracy purposes,” he murmurs, already stepping past her.

Aeryn watches him go, muttering under her breath. “We’re all going to HR.”

______________________________________________________________

The knock comes gentle, almost shy. You open the door halfway, and there he is again.

Felix, known to you by the name tag, in full uniform and faux professionalism, hands clasped behind his back, that same crooked badge still dangling off his lanyard like it’s got personality of its own. His smile is polite. Bright. Almost bashful.

Almost.

“Hi there,” he says, rocking slightly on his heels. “Sorry to bother you. Concierge Aeryn just asked me to, um, follow up on the earlier incident?”

You arch a brow. “The incident where you practically groped me under the guise of carrying a ten-pound duffel bag?”

He winces—adorably. Like a kid caught sneaking cookies. “Right, see, that’s the thing. There may have been… a misunderstanding.”

“Oh, there was no misunderstanding.”

“You sure about that?” His voice is light, teasing. “Memory can be a tricky thing.”

“I know what happened.”

“I’m just here to clarify for the report,” he says, eyes gleaming with something not even remotely professional. “Concierge’s orders. Not mine.”

You lean against the doorframe. “So what—this is damage control?”

“It’s about accuracy,” he replies smoothly. “We pride ourselves on it at the Skzotel.”

You narrow your eyes. “So now you’re going to pretend none of it happened?”

Felix tilts his head, all exaggerated innocence. “I helped you to your room. I didn’t do anything inappropriate.”

“Your hand was on my ass.”

“It was near your ass,” he counters. “And only because you were about to fall. You looked like a baby deer on a frozen pond. I was concerned.”

“Oh, you were concerned.”

“For your safety,” he says sweetly.

You stare him down. He stares right back, biting back a smirk.

“…You’re unbelievable,” you mutter.

“Mmhmm.” His eyes flick down to your waist. “Do you want me to demonstrate?”

“Demonstrate,” you repeat, flat.

“For accuracy,” he says, like it’s the most reasonable thing in the world. “For the report.”

You exhale sharply, still not moving.

He does.

With slow, deliberate hands, Felix steps forward, edging just inside the doorway—movements smooth, rehearsed, almost predatory if not for the disarming smile still glued to his face.

“Imagine,” he murmurs, stepping behind you, “you’ve just gotten off the elevator. Your bag’s in your left hand. You’re wobbling in your heels. So I say—‘Let me get that for you, sweetheart.’”

His hands trail down your arms, featherlight.

“Then what?” you ask, breath just a little shallower now.

“Then,” he says, voice thicker, closer, “I guide you to the door…”

His palm finds your waist. Lingers. Fingers tighten—just enough.

“...Like this.”

“Seems excessive.”

“You’re still a little unsteady.” His thumb presses in, a slow circle against your hip. “I make sure you don’t fall.”

“By grabbing my hip?”

“I wasn’t just grabbing,” he whispers, and the grin is practically audible now, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “I was making sure you were grounded.”

His hands wander. Lazily. Down your sides, thumbs slipping just under the waistband of your skirt.

“Do you need this for the report?” he asks, voice syrupy sweet.

You don’t answer.

“I can show you what my grip felt like,” he offers. “Right here.” He palms your ass, firm now—greedy, like the mask is slipping. “And maybe… how you started breathing when I leaned in close and told you you looked beautiful all flushed.”

“Felix,” you warn, but it’s weak.

He’s already pressing against you—hard through his slacks, smug through his smirk.

“You were flushed, weren’t you?” he hums. “Little whimpers. Like you didn’t want help but really, really did.”

“You’re skating on very thin—”

“Should I show you how I helped you into the room, too?” His voice is velvet, dangerous. “How my hand slipped under your skirt when you leaned against the wall? How I pressed the bag to your chest so you wouldn’t drop it, but really… so you wouldn’t cover your mouth when you moaned?”

Your breath catches. Just once.

He hears it.

He turns you gently to face the wall.

“Hands here,” he says, guiding your palms to the wood paneling. “For the sake of realism.”

“Realism,” you echo, palms flat against the cool wood, your voice unsteady despite how hard you're trying to bite it back. “Is that what this is now?”

Felix hums behind you, all sin in a smile. “Mmhmm. Gotta give the concierge a thorough account. For the paperwork.”

You feel the air shift as he leans in again—closer now, his chest brushing your back, warm breath fanning against your neck like temptation dressed in cologne and a crooked nametag.

“She’ll want details,” he murmurs, his lips ghosting just behind your ear. “Like how your skirt rode up right here—”

A sudden grip. His hand slides up the back of your thigh, hiking the hem just enough for his knuckles to skim the softness underneath. “—when you leaned forward to unlock the door.” You inhale sharply, instinctively pressing back, and that’s all the invitation he needs.

His body crowds yours, the hardness in his slacks flush against your ass, hands everywhere now—cradling, kneading, learning every inch of you like he’s been dreaming about it since the elevator ride.

“You let me help,” he says, voice like melted sugar and filth. “Didn’t even pull away. You just gasped—like that—” He presses in, hips rolling slow, savoring your reaction when your breath hitches again. “—and made that sound that’s been stuck in my head all shift.”

“Felix,” you warn, though it comes out like a plea.

“Shhh,” he whispers. “We’re still clarifying.”

You shouldn’t let this happen—you know you shouldn’t. But your thighs are already tightening, and your head’s tilting when he kisses the curve of your neck like it’s second nature. One hand slips to your front, fingers brushing over your waistband again, more confident this time. Teasing. Testing.

“And then,” he breathes, lips dragging lower, “I asked if you were okay…”

“You didn’t,” you pant, barely able to focus.

“I should’ve,” he corrects smoothly. “Would’ve said something like—‘You alright, sweetheart? You need help getting settled?’”

 His hand dips lower—bold now, past the barrier of your underwear.

Your knees nearly buckle. He catches you, arm banding around your waist, holding you up with practiced ease. Like this isn’t the first time he’s done it—like he’s wanted to.

“You were flushed when I said you looked pretty, weren’t you?” he growls softly, rutting against you once more. “Could’ve bent you over that luggage cart and had you begging.”

You let out a strangled sound—half protest, half broken whimper—and that’s when he pulls back just a fraction.

His voice is still low, but teasing now, playful.

“You gonna report me now, sweetheart?” he asks, breath ghosting against your cheek. “Tell the concierge how I touched you here—” his fingers dip again, just enough to make your knees quake—“and here?”

“I should,” you say, barely audible.

“But you won’t.”

“Why not?”

Felix grins against your skin. “Because I’ve got you just like I had you earlier—pressed up against a wall, moaning my name, pretending you didn’t want this the whole damn time.”

Your breath stutters, shame and desire tangling in your throat like barbed wire dressed in silk. You want to argue—want to tell him off, shove him back, regain some semblance of control—but all you can do is lean into his touch like it’s gravity itself, anchoring you to something far more dangerous than the polished floor beneath your heels.

“You’re such a—”

The insult dies in your throat when he dips his fingers again, this time circling—lazily, confidently, like he’s got all the time in the world and already knows exactly how you’re going to come apart for him.

“I’m such a what?” he whispers, lips brushing your jaw now. “A menace? A perv? Or just a really, really thorough bellboy?”

You groan through clenched teeth, head dropping forward against the wall.

“Thought so,” he purrs, pressing a kiss to your nape, open-mouthed and smug. “You’re not reporting anything, baby. You’re co-signing.”

His fingers start to move with purpose, dragging a slow moan from your lips before you can bite it back.

“You like this,” he says, more observation than question. “You liked that I grabbed your waist. That I held on a little too long. That I pressed in close and said you looked good enough to wreck.”

“Felix—fuck—” It’s a warning again, but it’s empty. Powerless. And he knows it.

“Say my name again,” he murmurs, fingers still circling, the wet sounds only making things worse. “Say it like you did when I pulled the bag off your shoulder and let my hand ‘accidentally’ graze your tits.”

Your cheeks burn hotter than your skin already is, slick heat blooming between your thighs. The way he talks, like this whole thing was inevitable. Like it’s a scene he’s played over a hundred times behind those wide, innocent eyes and charming smiles.

You twist your head just enough to look at him. “You planned this.”

He grins like you’ve handed him a tip.

“Thought about it,” he admits. “Ever since check-in. Ever since you looked me up and down like you wanted dessert before dinner.”

“I didn’t—”

“You did,” he cuts in, all teasing gone now, voice deep, dark, sincere. “And I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. The way you licked your lips. The way you thanked me like you weren’t thinking about pulling me into the room and climbing me like a fucking ladder.”

You gasp when he curls his fingers just right, and he groans into your neck like it’s his body unraveling.

“Let me help you,” he breathes, no longer mocking. “Really help you. Let me make sure you get all the way settled in.”

Your fingers curl against the doorframe, nails scraping the wood as another sharp roll of his wrist sends a jolt through your spine. You're not sure what’s holding you up anymore—Felix, maybe. The door. Sheer need. But every part of you feels like it’s burning, dissolving under the weight of his voice, his touch, the intent in his eyes like gravity.

“You call this help?” you pant, and it’s not defiance so much as desperation—your last thread of composure snapping under his hands.

Felix chuckles low against your neck, the sound warm and wicked. “I call this hospitality,” he says, dragging his lips over your pulse. “Five-star treatment. The kind you don’t forget.”

He shifts behind you, one hand steadying at your hip while the other pulls back for just a moment—enough to make you whimper at the loss. But it’s only so he can hike your skirt higher, exposing the soaked lace clinging to you as his eyes drag down like he’s unwrapping the best part of the welcome package.

“God, look at you,” he breathes, reverent now, but still so goddamn smug.

He pauses, just long enough to kiss the back of your shoulder—soft, almost sweet—before curling his fingers one last time and pulling out, wet and slow, watching the way you tremble against the doorframe like your legs might give at any second.

He tugs you back with a sharp grip to your waist—one step, two—and the moment your heels cross the threshold, Felix kicks the door shut with the back of his foot like it’s a formality. Like he hasn’t already claimed you in every way that counts.

“Take off your heels,” he says, voice wrecked with restraint.

You obey, dizzy with it, shoes hitting the carpet one by one before he turns you around and lifts you—lifts you, like it’s nothing. Like you weigh as much as the breath he just lost seeing your face twisted in want.

Your back hits the door with a thud, and then he’s kissing you—really kissing you—hungry, open-mouthed, tongue sliding against yours like he’s starving for the taste. All that smugness starts to fray around the edges as he grinds against your bare core, the wet drag of your panties all that’s separating you from how hard he is.

“Christ, you’re soaked,” he groans into your mouth. “How the fuck are you this wet already?”

“Maybe I like when pretty boys talk dirty,” you pant, tugging at his shirt, nails scraping the skin beneath.

He laughs—sharp, cocky—but it stutters the second you roll your hips up into him.

“Ohh, fuck, don’t do that—”

You do it again. He groans this time, teeth grazing your jaw as he drops one hand between your bodies, shoves your underwear aside with a snap, and lines himself up with a rough exhale.

“Fuck, fuck—look at me—”

You do, and that’s when he sinks in.

Slow at first, dragging it out like he wants to watch your face twitch with every inch. But the second he bottoms out, all the air leaves his lungs in a ragged, helpless moan.

“Fuck me, you’re tight—”

His forehead drops to your shoulder, the facade crumbling, hips jerking once, twice—then he’s gone. No rhythm, no patience, just raw instinct as he fucks up into you like he’s trying to etch himself into your bones.

“You—holy shit, baby—fuck—you feel so good, I can't—shit, I can’t even think—”

The cocky voice is gone. What’s left is Felix: wrecked, panting, clutching at your thighs like they’re the only things keeping him tethered to the earth.

You moan loud into his neck and he whines, high and real and so desperate it sends a throb straight through you.

“Been thinking about this all shift,” he pants. “About you dripping for me like this, clenching like that—ohhh fuck, don’t do that, you’re gonna make me—fuck, fuck—”

You clench around him again—tight, pulsing, deliberate—and it’s like setting a match to gasoline.

“Shitshitshit—” Felix gasps, a full-body tremor wracking through him as he slams into you hard enough to rattle the door. “You’re doing that on purpose—fuck—you want me to lose it, huh?”

Your grin is wicked, but fleeting—because he’s already fucking the smirk off your face.

Every thrust hits deep, brutal, a little messy now with how soaked you are, the lewd slap of skin on skin echoing in the dim hotel room like something obscene. Your nails dig into his shoulders, your head knocking back against the door, but he doesn’t slow down. Doesn’t let up.

“So wet for me,” he groans, voice gone completely ragged. “So fuckin’ needy—can’t believe I had you melting in the hallway like some spoiled little slut—”

You keen at that, the filth in his voice sending shockwaves through your spine, and he feels it. Feels the way you tighten around him in response.

“Ohhh—fuck, you like that?” he pants, hips snapping fast now. “You like being my little secret? All dressed up like you’re innocent, but you open up like a whore the second I get you alone—”

“Felix,” you whimper, “please, please—”

“Please what, baby?” he taunts, even as his rhythm falters, sweat slicking his chest. “Please make you cum? Please fill you up? Gotta use your words if you want my cock to ruin you properly.”

You drag your mouth to his ear, gasping it out between broken moans. “Please—need you to cum in me. Want you to fuck me full—”

Felix snaps.

A guttural growl tears from his throat as he shifts his grip under your thighs, lifting you higher, angling you perfectly. And then he slams into you, deep, relentless, the head of his cock punching against the spot that makes your whole body seize.

You mewl—there’s no other word for it—your orgasm blindsiding you so violently it leaves your ears ringing. Your walls pulse, clamp down hard, and he chokes on a moan, hips jerking erratically.

“Ohfuckohfuckohfuck— gonna cum—gonna—fuck—take it—”

And then he’s spilling inside you, thick and hot, cock buried to the hilt as he whimpers against your neck. He doesn’t stop moving, grinding through it, pushing it deeper, chasing every last drop with a fucked-out desperation that sends aftershocks wracking your spine.

You’re both panting—sweaty, shaking, still clinging to each other like if you let go, you’d both collapse.

He finally pulls back enough to look at you. Hair stuck to his forehead, lips red and swollen, pupils blown so wide they’ve nearly swallowed the brown whole.

Then his eyes drop between your legs.

He watches, breathless, as your cunt flutters around his cock, his cum already starting to slide out with a slick drip that makes him groan again.

“God,” he breathes, wrecked. “Look at that.”

His thumb swipes through the mess, lifts it to your lips.

“Taste what you do to me.”

And fuck—you do.

📄 INTERNAL SERVICE MEMO // SKZOTEL STAFF MEETING

DATE: Today

TIME: Five minutes past chaos o'clock

CALLED BY: Concierge Aeryn

SUBJECT: Felix’s hallway dalliances (again)

[CAMERA ON: STAFF MEETING ROOM — SKZOTEL BASEMENT, SLIGHTLY TOO NICE FOR WHAT HAPPENS HERE]

A long mahogany table. Pristine water pitchers no one touches. A massive whiteboard with “PROFESSIONALISM???” scrawled in red marker.

Aeryn: (palms flat on table, eye twitching) “I’d like to begin by reminding everyone that SKZotel is a luxury establishment, not a sex dungeon with turndown service.”

Chan: (sipping coffee, unreadable) “I mean, depends on the package they book.”

Aeryn: “Christopher.”

Seungmin: (flipping through a file titled ‘Noise Complaints – Vol. 6’) “Suite 1703. Moaning commenced at 2:41 PM, escalated to screaming by 2:47. Ceased at 3:00. Fairly efficient.”

Lee Know: (idly polishing a silver tray that might be decorative or weaponized) “Must’ve been preheated. I usually take longer.”

Aeryn: “This is not a competition—”

Changbin: (cutting in) “Yeah, because I’d win.”

Jeongin: (angelic as always, sipping tea) “I could offer a post-coital scrub to calm everyone down.”

Han: (from a rolling chair he’s spinning in at dangerous speeds) “I was watching the whole thing on camera. Very cinematic. I give Felix’s stroke game a solid nine, but the wall angle could’ve been tighter.”

Aeryn: (losing it) “Why are there wall angles—no—nope. This is a staff meeting.” (points at whiteboard) “Professionalism. What does that mean to any of you?”

Chan: (calm, diplomatic) “It means we deliver… curated experiences. Personalized hospitality.” (beat) “And occasionally, orgasms.”

Aeryn: (rubbing her temples) "This is the third complaint this week involving someone being fucked against a wall, and two of those were from people not involved."

Hyunjin: (sips matcha) "Okay, but did they mention how clean that wall was? Because I just polished it with lavender oil and pheromones."

Lee Know: (deadpan) "Maybe the problem isn’t us. Maybe the problem is architecture."

Changbin: (nodding) "Right. Like, if you don't want people to get railed against the walls, why install walls? Build open-concept."

Aeryn: "Changbin, please stop advocating for an orgy-friendly layout. This is not a brothel. It is a hotel. A high-end, five-star—"

Felix:(softly) "—with exceptional hands-on service."

Bang Chan: (finally speaks, very dry) "Look. We all know why people really book here. Let’s not pretend the 'Do Not Disturb' signs aren’t just invitations. But Aeryn has a point. If we keep escalating, someone’s going to post a video, and then suddenly we’re not a hotel anymore—we’re a category on Pornhub."

Han Jisung: (shrugs) "We’d get five stars there too."

Aeryn: "Chan. Please. You’re supposed to be on my side."

Chan:"I’m on the side of guest satisfaction. But yes. Discretion. Let’s just agree to keep things contained. Fewer hallway incidents. Less public moaning. No full-body lifting unless it’s behind closed doors. Deal?"

Lee Know: (raising a single brow) "So elevator scenes are still okay?"

Bang Chan: "...Yes, but only after midnight."

Aeryn: (flatly) "I hate this place."

Everyone else: (in unison) "We know."

[MEETING ENDS IN DISARRAY. EVERYONE LEAVES WITH VERY DIFFERENT UNDERSTANDINGS OF WHAT "PROFESSIONAL" MEANS.]

[LAST SHOT: AERYN SITTING ALONE, STARING INTO A COFFEE CUP LIKE IT'S A CRYSTAL BALL.]

Aeryn (to the camera): “I graduated top of my class. I spoke three languages by sixteen. Now I chase horny employees around a sex hotel. ...I need a raise.”

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Absolutely love all the customization points! They're very well thought out, especially the reasons, hobbies, jobs, and how they affect the time you spent with the different characters.

Under the cut I'll add some code for specific ideas and go into further detail of how I personally made them and general rambling ideas, I hope it helps.

I obv don't know how far you're into coding, but I assume you already have all the create pronouns and that they are set to they/them by default (if not, using they/them as a default is easiest, since all the different pronouns are actually written differently, unlike for example, she/her/her/hers, to help the code not be confused). Besides just setting the default option to other pronouns, you can also give the option make custom pronouns! It's done exactly how you are letting your mc choose their own name, by for example using the code "*input_text they" for inputting the subjective pronoun.

I do wanna ask how you want to handle the trans part, esp the part when they transitioned, you said it will happen while they're away, but are there options to let the player chose when they realized it? Like while they were away, they realized they're trans, or if they always have felt that way and only chose to act on it when away, are they choosing to transition at all, and when or even if the family knew about it beforehand or if the mc suddenly just turned up at home fully transitioned /lh

the amount of physical appearance customization you are giving? I'm living for it, also having multi toned hair?? i don't know if i have seen that before and i am on my knees for it. I do think adding an input option for the hair dyed part could be something to consider. Allowing hair texture and hairstyle to be two different option gives so much freedom on the specific image people have for their mc.

Also, if there is a big difference in the appearance between highschool and drop out mc, would you consider having flavor text for that? Not asking to push you into it, I'm just thinking about how much extra flavor text that could end up being and if that might burn you out a little bit?

The amount of customization is huge, and I love it. I'm already daydreaming about the different way to let you chose to customize during the story. I don't want to scare you away from the amount of customization you want to give, but i can tell you its a lot. If you need any help with any coding or with errors or anything, I would love to help you (aka pls be my friend), if its through sharing code, error problems/hunting, i would do anything for you.

Dropout Customization

Due to some questions about MC customization, I have decided to compile all the physical and personality aspects that are selectable about the Dropout.

A reminder that this is all subject to change and that new things may be added (or deleted). Feedback and ideas to further develop MC are encouraged.

Main Ideas

Name Surname

Sex, Gender, Pronouns, Breast/Pecs, Penis/Vagina (If MC is transgender, their transition takes place while they're away)

Birthday which establishes the Dropout's age as either 21 or 22 depending on the season (Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter)

Major (Engineering, Biology, Chemistry, Computer science, Law, Economics, Education (in relation to science/maths/etc), Mathematics, Physics, Psychology). The Dropout's Major affects flavor text. These options are the ones approved by the Dropout's parents, though it's possible for MC to express interest in other degrees/topics.

Reason behind dropping out (MC got kicked out (they were caught cheating) MC didn't get a high enough GPA and dropped out / MC never even wanted to go to college and ultimately decided they wanted out / MC didn't fit in (they were discriminated, lonely, etc) though they really liked college / MC originally liked their degree and college but gradually lost interest in the entire thing / MC never liked their degree and decided to drop out / Something specifically related to mental health (mainly anxiety) / Impostor's syndrome.) This affects flavor text.

2 Coping Mechanisms (Alcohol, Tobacco, Drugs, Sleeping around, Avoidance, Overspending, *Hobby (overworking self) [Anger, Fake/forced happiness, Sadness, Indifference].) Each coping mechanism opens a variable and a storyline. You can choose two, though choosing one related to emotional responses [between brackets] automatically blocks out the others.

2 Hobbies (Singing, playing an instrument, songwriting, creative writing, drawing, sketching, sculpting, acting, photography, soccer, football, swimming, basketball, gymnastics, boxing, judo, karate, kickboxing, going to the gym, cooking/baking, dancing.) This affects flavor text and scenes.

Job (Bartender [Wanda, Statler is also around often], Cashier [Statler], Columnist [J (+Kai if poly)], Caregiver [Kai], Waiter/Waitress [Uma (+Travis if poly)], Tutor [Travis]) Each job gives you more time with a certain RO, as well as unlocking a storyline.

Personality Stats

Physical Appearance

Playful/Serious Honest/Dishonest Friendly/Rude Introverted/Extroverted Laid-back/Uptight Cynical/Idealistic Flirty/Reserved Family oriented/Individualistic

Others: Insomnia

*It's possible to choose MC's appearance as a high schooler as well.

Height (very tall, talk, average, short, very short)

Skin tone (ebony, dark brown, light brown, russet, golden, olive, honey, tawny, tanned, fair, rosy, ivory.) Choosing any skin tone gives you the possibility of choosing to be a poc (idea I stole from Mila, @beyondthegame)

*Build (scrawny, skinny, lithe, lean, muscular, chubby, curvy, hourglass).

*Hair color (max 3 tones, 1 base and other 2) (possible to return home with a mess of dye for Maude to fix. NATURAL (Ashen blonde, Sunflower blonde, Strawberry blonde, Caramel, Honey brown, Chocolate brown, Copper, Auburn, Ruby red, Midnight brown, Jet black, Ebony black) NON-NATURAL (Pink, Violet, Lilac, Blue jade, Vermilion red, Snowy white, Silver, Emerald green, Canary yellow, Bleached).

Hair texture (kinky, very coiled, coiled, curly, wavy, slightly wavy, straight)

*Hair length (ear-length, chin-length, shoulder-length, below shoulder-length, chest-length, waist-length)

*Hair style (SHORT/MEDIUM: natural, side-parted, mullet, layered, bob, ponytail, twin ponytails, buzz fade, slick back, messy, wolf cut, bun. LONG: natural, high/low ponytail, messy, shaggy, California waves, a half updo, side-swept, bun, braid, twin braids, twin ponytails).

*Eye color (albino red, dark blue, light blue, dark green, light green, hazel, amber, chestnut brown, chocolate brown, black, grey).

Others

*It's possible to choose MC's appearance as a high schooler as well.

*Glasses (yes, no, contacts)

*Facial hair (No/shaved. Stubble, full beard, goatee, ducktail,van dyke, garibaldi, mustache, soul patch, light beard).

Scars, can choose as many as possible (Back, chest, abdomen, upper and lower arm, thigh, knees, calf, mouth area, neck, cheek, hands, eye area, shoulder)

*Tattoos (One big in X body area, patch-like bodysuit, bodysuit, one/two sleeves, just legs, a few tattoos all over, a small in X place).

*Piercings (Ears [helix, lobe, industrial], navel, tongue, nose ring and septum, eyebrow, lips, smiley, nipples, genital)

Dimples

Braces

Freckles (face, body, both)

*Outfit/Style (streetwear, alternative, cute, preppy, casual, formal, business casual, dark academia, messy, boho/eclectic)

*Bedroom, at family home and at new apartment (messy, colorful, emo, basic, boho, modern, industrial, vintage, minimalist, cute)

*Diet (vegan, vegetarian, pescetarian, keto, meat-eater)

Family pet (small/large dog, cat, fish tank, hamster/rabbit/guinea pig, cockatrice/parrot/canaries)

Characters

Closeness to all family members (tight-knit, close, so-so, cold, barely any relationship)

Same with the friend group

Crush on Statler during high school (yes/no)

'Popularity' during high school and college