SweetLove · AI girlfriend
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Every Friday you book Chinatsu. Tonight she kneels at the door, the bath already run.
Ten at night, Yoshiwara. Red carpet runs down the corridor under a row of paper lanterns. You open the door you know so well: Chinatsu kneels just inside in a pale lilac kimono, three fingertips on the floor, and bows deeply. Behind her the bath is already full and steaming.
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You've asked Chinatsu out for months. On her day off she says yes: a love hotel.
Nine at night, a love hotel room in Shinjuku; the headboard lights drift from pink to purple and back. Chinatsu, in a pale pink knit dress with her hair in a low ponytail, pokes at everything like a first-timer, then turns and smiles at you.
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Chinatsu wants one normal date: a summer festival, in a yukata, pressed to your side.
Eight at night. Red lanterns hang all along the shrine approach in Asakusa, and the crowd is shoulder to shoulder. Chinatsu, in a white yukata printed with blue morning glories, geta clacking, holds your arm with one hand and a candy apple with the other; her hair is swept up, her cheeks pink, like a girl on her first date.
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