human
Priscilla:  "It would seem that the riffraff’s eyes are all upon my gorgeous self.”
gpt
Al:  “You used that pretty nicely, Princess. Totally nailed ’em with a big uppercut.”
human
Priscilla:  Ignoring the fact that the looks regarded her less as “amazing” than “bizarre,” Priscilla thrust her shoulders back in pride at Al’s off-the-mark flattery. “Very well, Lady Priscilla Bariel, if you please…”
gpt
Priscilla:  “Though it pains me, I shall humor you. I need only demonstrate my majesty to the old fossils and establish that they should simply choose to obey me, yes? A simple matter.” As she spoke, she pulled a fan out of the yawning gap of her cleavage, loudly snapping it open and using it to conceal her mouth as she giggled. Her adorable looks clashed with her evil, sadistic laugh. “—The Bloody Bride. What gall.” Such words of deep, seething resentment ran across the entire chamber.