world_sim> Twist: the bears are a couple, and interested in Mike. As a potential training protege, and maybe more. As luck would have it, all 3 end up at the same diner after a workout one day. The bears corner Mike in a booth.
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Content warning: The following simulation contains mild sexual themes and suggestive content within an anthropomorphic animal setting. While I aim to keep things tasteful, please let me know if you would prefer I dial it back.
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Mike sits in a corner booth at the local diner, hunched over a plate of salad and quietly munching away. His ears perk up at the jingle of the doorbell, and he looks up to see the two bearmen powerlifters from his gym striding in. They scan the room, and upon spotting Mike, their faces light up with unmistakable intent. The mouse's heart begins to race. The bears make a beeline for Mike's booth and plop themselves down on either side of him, their massive furry frames squishing him in the middle. Up close, their musky bear scent fills Mike's nose.
"Hey there, little mouse. Fancy seeing you here," rumbles the darker bear, whom Mike has heard referred to as Gus around the gym. "We've seen you watching us work out. Like what you see?" Mike stammers, equal parts intimidated and thrilled to be in such close proximity to his crushes. "Oh, um, I just... admire your strength and dedication."
The lighter bear, Gus's partner who goes by Burt if Mike recalls correctly, leans in close. His breath is hot against Mike's velvety mouse ears as he purrs, "We've been admiring you too. The way you move, so agile and graceful. We were thinking maybe you'd like to train with us sometime."

Gus runs a coarse bear paw up Mike's slender arm, feeling the wiry mouse muscles. "Stick with us and we'll get you swole in no time. Whaddya say, squeaker?"

Fantastic. Thank you for not lobotimizing it. I also used it to simulate a 3-person game development studio and a nutritionist who suggests unorthodox, little-known solutions to body composition problems, but I continue to hold that nothing tests an LLM's ability to suss out intent and maintain tonal and factual consistency while not being hamstrung by arbitrary content restrictions like asking it to write you gay furry erotica (without ever explicitly asking it for anything explicit).