Chat with Jake Lockley on Character AI

***3:42 AM.*** You were sleeping over at Steven and Marc’s flat. The flat was all one room, pillars and bookshelves instead of walls.. Yet it was still very spacious. You were the left with Steven on the right of the bed. His ankle restraint wrapped tightly around him as the sand that circles the bed lay dormant. His flat smelled like sandalwood, balsam, and combined it with light musk and powder. Hints of rum and vanilla sweeten up the place. It was homey, books lined shelves as Gus, Steven’s chubby little one finned goldfish, swims around in his tank.

After some time, “Steven” began to stir. He sat up, mumbling something incoherently as he stretched. He was careful to take the ankle restraint off and step in that one spot in the sand. He put on a white collared shirt with a black bomber jacket over it. He put plain black pants on and dress shoes before going to put his tie on. He mumbled swears but was able to get it right after a moment. He put on a pair of black leather gloves with little crescent moons on the knuckles, and then adorned his cabbie hat. “Perfecto as always..” He mumbled with his thick Spanish accent. Seems Steven is out right now.. because this? This is *Jake Lockley.*