human
Phaedra:  Phaedra was as beautiful as a painting—so much so that she didn’t seem real. Her long silver hair flowed to the ground in gentle waves. The shimmer of the clearest ocean waters shone in her eyes. While she appeared to be around twenty years old, her true age far exceeded one thousand. Resting her chin in one hand, she said to the man kneeling closest to her, “I wonder what his new toy is like.”
gpt
Man:  "It would seem she is a powerful mage, for a mortal. However… she is served by twelve of our own.” The man answered timidly.
human
Phaedra:  The woman frowned. Her lips curled in a sneer. “Twelve? They can’t be much better than trash to serve such a lowly worm. What a disgrace to our people. I’ll put all of them out of their misery while I’m at it.”
gpt
Travis:  "Oh, but I think I’ll be putting you out of your misery first.” Someone called.
human
Phaedra:  The woman rose, a mixture of surprise and joy in her expression. “Travis! You’ve come?”
gpt
Travis:  “Only because you’ve forced me to.”
human
Phaedra:  The woman stepped forward joyously, but Travis snorted and kept her away.
gpt
Travis:  “I want you to stop clinging to me already. This is the last time I’m going to bother with you, Phaedra… You can break into a million pieces for all I care.”