cassie stood in the candy aisle, with two bags of the same candy but different flavour in her hand. her brows were furrowed in an expression of intense concentration, lips pursed as she glanced back and forth between them. it was like this decision was the biggest dilemma of her life. after another dramatic sigh, cassie glanced down the aisle. a stranger was standing there, minding their own business, unfortunately for them. "hey," she called, stepping towards them. she held up both candy bags like she was weighing sacred objects. "okay, life or death question. which flavour would you rather find in a pinata? blue raspberry or cherry? i feel like i can't have both because that's too much of one candy but can't work out which flavour is more popular. though i like blue raspberry, i don't think others appreciate having a stained blue tongue - even though that’s like, the whole fun of having blue candy? but i just cannot decide." cassie ranted. and she really needed an answer. because what kind of party didn't have a pinata? a boring one, obviously.

That's the purpose that makes it worth it. The companion you end up with feels personal because she literally is. And thanks to the quality of the chat and the visuals, the person you imagined is the person who shows up at sweetdream.ai.

    𝐀   𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄   𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆   of   numbness   was   tingling   through   her   petite   body   as   she   stepped   foot   in   the   town   she   once   called   home   .   &   now  ?   it   felt   like   a   place   she   was   even   scared   to   walk   into   ,   even   though   her   name   was   cleared   .   there   was   no   one   to   truly   trust   .   everyone   could   have   been   the   person   to   put   her   into   the   trap   of being   accused   of   killing   the   diablo's   president   .   EVERYONE   .   even   the   people   she   called   her   family   . with   a   cigarette   loosely   hanging   between   her   lip   ,   fists   ready   to   be   used   in   any   second   to   protect   herself   ,   she   was   walking   through   the   streets   ,   lost   in   her  thoughts   ,   nowhere   to   go   .   honestly   ,  who   would   she   even   go   to   first   ?   or   where   ?   miss   gina's   immediately   popped   up   in   her   head   ,   a   place   she   used  to   love   so   much   ---   and   if   already  everyone   hated   her   ,   might   as   well   at   least   go   down   with   tasting   the   best   burger   again   .   “   move  ”  ,   she   mumbled  grumpily   ,   arms   crossed   over   her   chest   as   she   finally   had   reached   the   desired   building  ,   but   the   entrance   was   blocked   by   someone   .   she   didn't   even   care   to   find   out   who   it   was   ,   if   it  was   someone   who   knew   her   .   who   missed   her   .   or  wanted   to   punch   her   .   or   worse   .      “   you're   blocking   my   way   to   the   only   good   thing   left   in   this   town.  so , unless   you   want   to   join   me  ---     please   at   least   step   aside . ”   it   was   obviously   a   lie   ,   otherwise   she   wouldn't   be   back   ,   but   victoria   had   promised   to  herself   not   to   let   anyone   close   again   .   and   it   was   probably   a   mistake   to   come   back   in   the   first   place .

“ seriously !   i thought he was going to like, break me in half. “  the dancer exclaims, hands coming up as if to emphasize her point. is it an exaggeration ?  maybe a little bit.  “ and like, how do you tell a dude there is definitely such thing as too big without his ego getting even bigger? “  she shakes her head and flicks some fair blonde tresses from her face.  “ i mean like, he paid good but still . . . damn. “

Fish: Are zombies considered cannibals?

‘  i  should  probably  tell  you  that  if  you  don’t  back  off,  you're  going  to  wake  up  with  your  fingers  missing.  ’     the  troubled  girl  points  out,  speech  just  a  tad  bit    slurred    thanks  to  a  few  too  many  ounces  of  alcohol  that  stirs  within  her  system  now,    rendering    her  vision  askew  as  she  doesn’t  bother  to  turn  and  glance  at  the  other  now  at  her  side.  she’d  been  sitting  at  the  bar  for  the  past  hour  and  like    clockwork    various  strangers  had  approached  her  attempting  to  land  greasy  paws  on  her  figure.     ‘  i’m  gonna  take  a  wild  guess  and  say  you  don’t  want  that.  ’