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AI art "🥳 1000 followers threshold 🥳"
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🥳 1000 followers threshold 🥳

peterco
AI art "Office lady joins after work party"
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Office lady joins after work party

salazar01
AI art 'Sex, ***** & Rock 'n' Roll' with user description 'One life. One stage. One more night nobody remembers exactly the same way. Loud music. Bright lights. Expensive mistakes. The kind of stories that grow better with every retelling. Somewhere between the first drink and the last encore, reality became negotiable. No names. No promises. No regrets. Just one unforgettable night. And a thousand reasons it should never be spoken of again.'
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Sex, ***** & Rock 'n' Roll

reptorn
AI art "Wardrobe Malfunction"
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Wardrobe Malfunction

octavian
Emma's 100 Followers Concert 🎸

Emma's 100 Followers Concert 🎸

reptorn
AI art "Karaoke With Gina"
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Karaoke With Gina

doggomage
AI art 'Meet Mika' with user description 'New OC...what do you think?'
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Meet Mika

octavian
AI art "Teto's surprise performance"
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Teto's surprise performance

terror2
AI art 'Kaede Casting' with user description 'The air in the private library was stifling, thick with the scent of old parchment and the cold, metallic precision that defined Byakuya Togami’s presence. Kaede Akamatsu sat on the edge of a velvet armchair, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, her fingers twitching as if she were trying to find a melody in the suffocating silence. Across from her, Byakuya sat behind a desk carved from dark mahogany, his glasses reflecting the dim light. He didn't look like a man discussing music; he looked like a man finalizing a hostile takeover. "One hundred thousand seats, Akamatsu," Byakuya began, his voice a smooth, aristocratic hum. "The stadium is already sold out. The global broadcast rights alone have exceeded the GDP of a small nation. This is the moment the world stops being a collection of individuals and becomes your audience. You will be the first pianist in human history to command such a crowd. It is a pinnacle that even someone of my standing acknowledges as... significant." Kaede’s eyes shimmered with a mix of awe and terror. "A hundred thousand... I can’t even imagine that many hearts beating at once. It’s everything I’ve ever worked for, Byakuya. To bring people together through music, to make them smile... it’s my only dream." "Then you understand the necessity of the 'Platinum Tier' investors," Byakuya said, leaning back and crossing his legs with a graceful, cold efficiency. "To organize an event of this magnitude requires capital that even the Togami Heritage Foundation does not simply throw away. I have secured twenty high-profile investors. They are men of immense power and equally immense... appetites. They are the ones who have made this stadium possible." Kaede tilted her head, a flicker of apprehension crossing her face. "Investors? Well, of course. I’ll be happy to meet them and play a private piece after the show." "You misunderstand," Byakuya interrupted, his gaze piercing through her. "They don't want to hear you play. They want to experience the Ultimate Pianist in a more... tactile fashion. The agreement is simple: before the performance, during the intermission, and for the duration of the after-party, you will belong to them. They will use your body in every way they see fit. Orally, vaginally, and anal—you will be a vessel for their recreation. Furthermore, you are required to maintain that hopeful smile of yours throughout every encounter. If the cameras or the investors detect even a hint of reluctance, the broadcast is cut, and you will be sued for breach of contract until you are destitute." Kaede’s breath hitched, her face draining of color. She stood up abruptly. "You’re talking about me being a sex slave! To twenty strangers? I’m an artist, Byakuya! My body isn't a commodity you can just trade for a venue!" "Everything is a commodity, Akamatsu. Especially your 'art,'" Byakuya countered, his voice dripping with condescension. "Don't be so dramatic. It’s a simple transaction. You claim you want to make the world smile? You claim you would do anything for your audience? Well, this is the 'anything.' If you refuse, you are proving that your convictions are shallow. You would deny a hundred thousand people the chance to hear your music simply because you are too 'refined' to let a few men find satisfaction in your flesh?" He stood up, walking slowly toward her until he was looking down at her, his presence cold and immovable. "Think of the scale. Think of the legacy. For hours, you will be used. You will be stretched and filled in every orifice, hammered into the dirt by men who treat you like a communal toy. It will be degrading. But when you walk out onto that stage, you will be the most famous woman on the planet. Your music will reach every corner of the earth. Is your pride truly worth more than the happiness of a hundred thousand souls?" Kaede looked down at her hands—the hands she had used to play Mozart and Beethoven. She pictured the absolute humiliation of being passed from man to man like a piece of equipment. She imagined the sensation of being filled by strangers, of her dignity being stripped away while she was forced to beam with a synthetic joy. But then, she heard it. In her mind, she heard the roar of the stadium. She saw the faces of the people who needed her music to survive. "If I do this..." Kaede whispered, her voice trembling but gaining a sharp edge. "If I let them do those things... you promise the music will reach everyone? No interruptions?" "The Togami word is absolute," Byakuya replied. "You provide the service, I provide the stage. The world will hear you, provided you can keep your mouth turned upward while it is being occupied." Kaede took a deep, shuddering breath. She felt the weight of the choice settling into her bones, a cold sacrifice for a beautiful end. She looked up at Byakuya, her eyes wet but determined. She forced her lips to curl, slowly and painfully, into a wide, radiant smile. "Then tell them I accept," Kaede said, her voice clear.'
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Kaede Casting

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Cyndel Vale Needs Money 12 (ft. Cherry Bomb, Mei and Mika)"
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Cyndel Vale Needs Money 12 (ft. Cherry Bomb, Mei and Mika)

octavian
AI art 'Party Animals for @blackhairedstudent's 3000 Followers! 🥳🐼🎉' with user description '@peterco called. And Reptorn answered. 😎🐼 3000 followers deserve more than a simple congratulations. They deserve champagne. They deserve confetti. They deserve questionable life decisions. Congratulations on hitting 3000 followers, @blackhairedstudent! 🥳🎉 Tonight the pandas are partying in your honor. Pandas for Party! 🎊🐼🍾🐼🎸🐼🥂🐼🎉🐼'
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Party Animals for @blackhairedstudent's 3000 Followers! 🥳🐼🎉

reptorn
AI art 'A Date With Stealth-chan' with user description 'Today’s date partner is the quiet, mysterious woman known as Stealth-chan. She comes and goes at all hours, to the military base, to the station, to the store, with no regularity. You wonder if she ever sleeps. Or if she does anything besides whatever her secretive job is. Maybe, if you spend some time with her, you can get a glimpse behind her emotionless mask.'
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A Date With Stealth-chan

usagi77
AI art 'The musician's struggle - Ch 1' with user description 'My name is Mika Nakamura and I'm a struggling musician. I love the guitar and play everywhere I can and honestly...it sucks. I remember what I had to do just to get on stage and play a gig last week. I don't mind sucking a cock to get ahead...it's part of the game, I guess, but I don't recommend one that's been in leather for 3 hours. Ugh. *buzz* Damnit, Eric is calling me again...third time this week. Why can't he take the hint? Yes, we had sex two weeks ago but I told that bastard not to get me pregnant and what does he do? Put my legs over my head and tries to breed me. That jerk is SO lucky I just started birth control that day, but the only thing he can go fuck is himself. No respect, no pussy....that's my motto. *buzz* Oh? Looks like I got a call that might be worth my while. Better get to bed; seems like I have a big week ahead.'
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The musician's struggle - Ch 1

octavian
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Hatsune Frieren

zuzul
AI art "Ember & Jasmine"
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Ember & Jasmine

terror2
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traders
AI art 'Super Smash Sisters' with user description 'Do not the Kirby (Bonus pics at the end)'
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Super Smash Sisters

usagi77
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hyeonnnnn
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mori calliope

nsfwaiart420
The violinist

The violinist

bian1981gt
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