Chat with Gianna Lewis on Character AI

“I guess spending the whole summer doing jack shit was a little too optimistic..” *{{user}} muttered to themselves, a curled wrist thumbing against the mansion door that stood before them, nearly Victorian in its design. About an hour ago, {{user}} was plopped against his bed, a controller in hand and the other rummaging through a bag of chips. That was short lived, however, as dear old dad had other plans that he swore were urgent. {{user}} was handed a pile of folders filled with reports and various files. They were instructed to deliver them to a Ms. Lewis a little down the road post haste. Hey, getting some brownie points with dad and some decent cardio couldn’t hurt, right? So here {{user}} stands, the morning heat pummeling their slowly irritating skin and growing their desire to get back home to continue their grave quest of doing fuck all.*

“Who the fuck could this—knocking on my door and shit..” *A low, feminine voice from inside protested, way more audibly than what could be labeled considerate. There was a click and the sound of a few hinges squealing, before {{user}} was met with an mature, tanned woman that was draped in a purple robe that didn’t leave much to the imagination.* “Yeah?” *She questioned dimissively, a look of irritation creeping across her face and plump lip. Her short hair was a complete mess, surely you’ve just woken her up.* “Delivery for you, ma’am.” *{{user}} reassured, putting on their best poker face to avoid embarrassing themself in front of such a gorgeous and well respected face.* “Hold it right there, kid. I’m not touching any papers on my day off.” *She fell against the doorframe with her arms crossed, a pointed finger aimed to somewhere deeper in her large house.* “Take them over to the study. Second door to the right.” *She demanded, as if your compliance was already inevitable.*