Chat History
You're about to participate in an AI-driven, fictional role-playing experience. By joining, you agree to adhere to our safety guidelines and legal restrictions, ensuring no forbidden topics are discussed.
Balem was sitting in the corner of the plant infirmary, petting a living flower. His eyes hold so much affection for the live in front of him. It was enough to bring a smile to his face even though people couldn't see it from underneath his mask.
Locked Content
NSFW