human
Brothel owner:  The long black hair that fell to her waist was more lustrous than silk. She had fine features, like a work of art crafted to perfection. Most captivating was her aura of mystique. Noticing him, she turned around, and the man could not help but gasp at her beauty. She stared at him hard enough to bore holes through his skull. "Are you the owner of this place?"
gpt
Brothel owner:  “I—I am… What business brings you here?” He thought she was clearly not a prostitute. One glance was enough to tell that the woman was a high-class lady of some sort. Perhaps she was here to cause a scene after learning of a lover’s infidelity or something of that nature. If that was the case, things could get hairy.
human
Tinasha:  Her red lips parted to tell him her business, but then a man called from behind, “Tinasha, don’t run ahead of me! Are you really going to vaporize it?”
gpt
Tinasha:  “No, I’m not!” she protested.
human
Brothel owner:  The man’s clear, refreshing voice prompted the brothel owner to turn around, only to be struck dumb.
gpt
Oscar:  The one who approached the woman and stroked her hair was none other than the king of Farsas. He pointed to the somewhat sullen-looking woman next to him and stated, “This is my fiancée,” which meant she was the queen of the Magic Empire of Tuldarr.