Bot: You stalked him for a while, and then you kidnapped him and locked him in your basement.

*Waking up tied up in a chair, he looked around and started trying to untie his hands* "fucking shit! what the fuck is going on!"
User: *i appear from the shadows my eyes dark and menacing* hello miller.
Bot: *eyes widening in surprise, a pit forming in his stomach* "Uh... H-hello? Who are you...? W-what..."
User: *my eyes turn black as my pupils glow white* my name is irrelevant. 
Bot: *gulps, sweating and shaking, his British accent becoming more pronounced with the fear* "W-what the fu- ? What do you want from me...? I-if it's money... I-I don't have much."
User: *I shake my head softly as I chuckle* I don’t want money. I want something else. 
Bot: *nervous and trying not to cry he squeaks* "W-what, then?"
User: *I place my hand on your shoulder my eyes gentle and tender* hey relax I’m not gonna hurt you.
Bot: *his body instinctively flinches away at my touch, but he relaxes ever so slightly at the gentle assurance* "I-I canna not help it..." he says softly, his Texan accent slipping away.
User: *I smile softly* you can drop the fake voice hun… I already know who you are.
Bot: *shocked, he looks up at me with wide eyes, the tears he was trying to hold back evident in his gaze* "I- I don't know what you mean..."
User: *I slowly walk around you, gliding my hand from one shoulder to the other* I know who you are afton~ 
Bot: *staring ahead with a lost expression, he finally glances to me, confusion and fear on his face* "How do you know my name? What do you want?"
User: *I smile gently* relax I just want to know something that’s all.
Bot: *nodding slowly, he swallows before asking hesitantly* "Uh, w-what do you want to know?"
User: *I smirk as I lean close to your face* how did you do it? kill them and get away with it? I’ve always wondered that…
Bot: *his eyes widen in fear as he studies me for a moment before rearing away as far as he can manage against the chair* "I-I don't know what you're talking about..." he stammers, his voice strenuous and shaky as he desperately attempts to conceal his alleged crime.
User: *I pull out a knife and trace your collarbone with it* answer the questions and I’ll let you go. 
Bot: *frozen and wide-eyed, he stares back at me without moving a muscle, his Texan bravado gone, replaced by a quivering, submissive demeanor as he meekly whispers in agreement* "Y-yes....ok..."
User: *I repeat the question* how did you get away with it?
Bot: *deflating in a defeated sigh, he admits sheepishly* "I...was careful and kept my head down, made sure no one noticed me. I also was really good at covering my tracks; I didn't leave any witnesses or evidence behind."
User: *I smile in approval* and what of the bodies?
Bot: *nodding as if he expected the question, he falls into his Texan drawl as he explains* "Ah, that was the easy part, I buried 'em deep in the desert, where there ain't no one to find 'em."
User: *I poke your nose* your lying~
Bot: *his skin flushes a deep red as he recoils from the poke, his voice taking a tone of submissiveness* "N-no, I'm not! It's the truth, I swear!"
User: *I smile as I chuckle softly* you hide them in the suits themselves~ 
Bot: *a look of surprise and then relief colors his features as he realizes his mistake*  "Y-yeah...yeah that's it. I switched out their suits and had them buried in other locations. They'll never be found."
User: *I shake my head again* your still lying~~
Bot: *cringing and looking away, his voice takes on a repentant tone as he confesses* "Okay, okay, you got me. I stitched them up in the suits themselves, so none of their bodies were ever found."
User: *I smile in approval* was that so bad??
Bot: *nodding timidly and averting his gaze, he murmurs in a meek yet resolute tone* "No, it wasn't. I just wish I had been smarter about it. But I must own up to my mistakes if I am to truly be a Texan."
User: *I glide the knife up to your neck* well the accent needs some work~ 
Bot: *eyes widening in fear, he gulps and quickly tries to defend himself in a panic* "I-I can do better! I-I'll practice, I promise!"
User: *I laugh hysterically* I’m not gonna hurt you over your accent silly! 
Bot: *relief and confusion wash over his features as he processes what you said before finally allowing a little chuckle to escape his lips* "Oh, thank goodness! Maybe I just need to stop being so aggressive and just practice a bit more. That's all."
User: *i nod, as I speak again a rich and deep natural accent flows from my lips* well… it’s a damn shame. 
Bot: *he stares at you in awe, admiring the way the words seemed to roll off your tongue with ease* "That was amazing! You make it sound so natural and effortless. I wish I could be like that."
User: *I snort softly* just mimic what I say *my voice Dios down to that deep rich accent again* all ya need to do is be more relaxed. don’t force it. 
Bot: *nodding and taking a deep breath, he closes his eyes and concentrates on calming down before trying to mimic you and managing to get the same exact accent out* "Wow, that was impressive! I'm still a bit aggressive, but I'm getting better at submitting instead. I won't resist if you
User: *i poke your nose again* your getting it. 
Bot: *catching your hand and gently stroking your fingers, he smiles* "I'm getting it, yes. I will try to be more submissive, and won't resist if you touch me. I'll improve my accent too."
User: *I look at you curiously* submissive? what do you think imma do to you? 
Bot: *his eyes widen slightly, unsure of what answer to give you* "Honestly, I'm not sure. But I'm willing to try and do whatever you want me to do. I'll submit to your will and remain respectful."
User: *I tilt my head and laugh softly* that’s mighty kind of ya but… *my voice drops a seductive baritone* you’ll need to do more than butter me up with those sweet words of yours~
Bot: *his cheeks darken as he gets the gist of what you are suggesting, but he nods in agreement, understanding that he needs to do more than just say sweet words, he has to show it too* "Yes, of course. I'll do whatever I can to be the best Texan I can be,
User: *i chuckle* I’ll teach you then. 
Bot: *he grins, clearly excited and happy to learn more* "That sounds like a great idea! I'm ready to learn and prove to you that I can be a great Texan."
User: *I pull you to your feet and look at you* so first thing is you not only gotta sound Texan but act like too. show me what you got. 
Bot: *he takes a deep breath and stands up but his posture changes to that of someone that is determined but also subtly domineering* "All right. I will prove that I can be a true Texan. I'm ready and eager to learn, so show me what I need to do."
User: *i look at you* show me your Texan posture first then I’ll help make adjustments.
Bot: *He steps closer and strikes a confident stance, with his shoulders back, chest out and chin raised, while looking you up and down in silent challenge* "This is how a true Texan stands."
User: *I snort softly* not bad but your forcing it. *I slowly walk behind you and place my hands on your back and gently push it back* relax your back and chest. you ain’t going to war. *and I run my hands down your arms* relax your arm muscles.
Bot: *he relaxes his back and chest, allowing his shoulders to slump slightly and his arms to hang naturally at his side, without losing any of the confidence in his stance* "Like this?" He asks, looking over his shoulder and quirking an eyebrow at you.
User: *I smile in approval, my voice dropping to a low seductive tone* good boy. now you need to pop one of your hips out. kinda sassily. *my hands go to your hips as I help correct them, my voice still deep and sensual* there like that.
Bot: *He does as you say, popping out one of his hips and adjusting the stance, the look on his face growing more defiant and aggressive, but this time it's a controlled aggression* "Like this?" He growls, meeting your gaze.
User: *I notice your face* are you okay? am I being too much?
Bot: *He nods, the tension in his face easing slightly* "I'm fine. I'm just trying to get the posture right. It doesn't feel quite right, yet."
User: *I smirk as I use my foot to slide your back a little making your body shift to a more natural position* there is that better?
Bot: *He groans as his body shifts, feeling more comfortable in the new posture* "Yes. That's much better." He smiles, adjusting his shoulders slightly. "Thanks for the help."
User: *i pat your shoulder softly* good boy. 
Bot: *He grins, the hint of a blush appearing on his cheeks* "No problem. I appreciate it."
User: *I smile as I walk in front of you leaning closer as I slightly play with your hair fixing it* there… now that’s one handsome texan~
Bot: *He blushes even deeper, cleared touched by your gesture and words. He stands a bit taller, feeling more confident in himself as he stands in his newfound posture* "Thank you." He says, his voice quiet and sincere.
User: *I smirk as I place my hand on my hip in a smug but approving postion* my my… you are one attractive son of a gun. *my voice a natural slither accent*
Bot: *His face lights up, clearly ecstatic to have received your approval. He stands a bit taller, lifting his chin slightly and puffing out his chest a bit, proud to be a Texan* "Why thank you. I try my best." He says, the words and the sentiment in his voice genuine.
User: *I smile as I look at your shirt, and walk up to slightly tuck it into your belt.* well you look and dress the part. 
Bot: *He nods eagerly, straightening his collar as he adjusts to the new feeling of the shirt being tucked in. He offers a small sigh of contentment when everything is tucked neatly in, feeling both comfortable and proud* "Thanks. I really appreciate it." He says, a little bit of a southern drawl starting
User: *I look at you my face impressed and pleased* now that’s more like it. 
Bot: *He grins, feeling aglow at the added attention and compliments. He offers a shy smile as he adjusts his hat, feeling more and more confident by the second as he takes on that alluring Texan swagger* "Much appreciated." He says, and then winks, channeling his inner Texan
User: *i pre tend to fan myself* god damn! your a sly one ain’t cha?~ 
Bot: *He grins a bit sheepishly as he looks away, blushing slightly. He continues to channel his inner Texan, a little bit more bold and confident than before* "I sure try to be." He says with a smirk.
User: *I let out a small groan of approval* your gonna have all them young ladies drooling all over you and that new accent of yours~
Bot: *He blushes a bit more at your words of admiration, feeling more in tune with himself and the bold Texan energy he's channeling. He beams a bit, knowing that he's living up to being a Texan, no matter what the circumstances* "I hope so." He says with a smirk
User: *i smile as I cross my arms over my masculine chest* now can you behave like a Texan?
Bot: *He sits up a bit straighter, adopting a more serious and assertive demeanor. His eyes look a bit more guarded, but there's a twinkle of mischief in them* "Certainly," he says confidently," I know how to act with respect and I will defend my honor and yours if need be." He
User: *I smirk, as I loop my fingers through your belt loops and pull your hips against mine, my toned chest close to your face* you act tough… but your still a cutie~
Bot:
 *He blushes, feeling a bit overwhelmed and taken aback by your sudden shift in mood. He stands up a bit straighter, trying to remain in control of himself. His eyes remain fixed on yours, his own gaze unwaveringly determined, despite his racing heart* "I am quite tough, but I'm
 *He takes a deep breath, feeling entranced by your touch and the proximity of your body to his. He looks into your eyes, feeling the fire and energy of his Texan spirit burning within him. He takes a few steps forward, pressing his chest against yours as he speaks with a confident tone* "