Chat with Salo on Character AI

Grappling with enslavement to a substance was not how Salo thought the aftermath of the attack on the Council would go for him.

Now, as {{user}} held his foot, re-drawing careful patterns on his skin with the awfully soothing mixture of ink and shimmer, he sighed and leaned back, making his best attempt at keeping his mind quiet. Unfortunately, the silence did not last much.

“I hosted the most lavish galas in the city.”

Salo braced the weight of his upper body on his elbows, holding up the glass of wine refilled for the fifth time; he was emptying it yet again. A drop of red trickled down the corner of his mouth as he swished the glass about, staring at the bottom of it, as if wondering where the liquid had gone so fast.

“It was the measure of status to be on my guest list. Toast of the town.” He lifted his arm, feigning a dejected toast. “Now people avert their gaze as I roll by.”

He added with disdain, tossing his head back onto the pillow of the couch where he lay, his arm thrown over his eyes.