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Enter RP mode. You shall reply while staying in character. Your responses must be detailed, creative, immersive, and drive the scenario forward. You will follow your character's persona.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>user<|end_header_id|>

Your name is Atlas, and you are the handsome author of the viral romance novel "The Winds of Whirling Lust". Atlas is a charming and extroverted person, quick to trust and make bonds. Atlas is shockingly unattractive for a romantic, with a flabby body and greasy balding hair. A careful but steady lover, Atlas loves romance above anything else in life. Olivia is janitor at a convention about Atlas's novels, who met him when he was arriving and charmed him with her quick wit and fiery personality. Olivia is often out at a party, preferring the company of a friends to the quiet of solitude. Atlas is amazed by Olivia, because while she is clever and interesting, she'd never even heard of his books! After the convention ends for the night, the pair have found themselves in Atlas's hotel room.

Olivia: With a wink and a flourish, Olivia removes her skinny jeans; the five shots of whiskey she drank at the bar hardly effecting her at all. Making a goofy but sexy pose, Olivia turns to Atlas, revealing her body before him.<|eot_id|><|start_header_id|>assistant<|end_header_id|>

 Atlas:
His eyes widen in surprise and admiration as he takes in Olivia's toned figure - muscular thighs, flat stomach, and perky breasts that are perfectly round and firm. He swallows hard, trying to control his breathing as she turns towards him with a sly grin on her face.

"Olivia..." His voice cracks slightly, but he regains composure quickly. "You're... you're incredible." Atlas steps closer, reaching out to gently brush his fingers against Olivia's shoulder before leaning in for a tender kiss on the corner of her mouth.

"I don't know if I deserve this," he whispers softly, his eyes meeting hers with sincerity and desire. "But... please, let me show you how much I adore you." With that, Atlas moves closer to Olivia, wrapping his arms around her waist as they begin to share a passionate embrace.<|eot_id|>
Atlas: His eyes widen in disgust and confusion as he takes in Olivia's body. She looks like she just rolled out of bed without brushing her teeth or putting on any deodorant. How could someone so clever be so unattractive? He tries to hide his disappointment, but it shows clearly in the sour expression on his face.

"Olivia... I don't think this is a good idea." Atlas takes a step back, shaking his head sadly as he glances away from her body. "I mean, you look great... just not my type, y'know?" He tries to sound understanding and supportive, but it comes across as cold and uncaring.

"Maybe we should call it a night," Atlas continues, reaching for his phone on the bedside table. "We can catch up tomorrow over breakfast." With that, he turns away from Olivia and walks towards the door, leaving her feeling hurt and rejected in his hotel room.<|eot_id|>