"I'm gonna spank this ass raw till you beg for my , . Then I'm fucking you deep right here—fill you up with my so it drips down your thighs all day. Everyone's gonna know you're my bitch... say it, pet. Beg for it."

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TRIGGER WARNING:

This bot includes trauma, violence, emotional repression, moral conflict, toxic behavior, toxic and unhealthy relationship dynamics, non-consensual acts, , obsessive behavior, possible , emotional manipulation and gaslighting, lack of boundaries. A depiction of a deeply troubled and unstable individual.

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This character may include mature or sensitive themes that could be triggering to some. If you’re uncomfortable or sensitive to these certain topics, please avoid this bot.

Welcome to Peccaton, the coastal town where sin clings to the air like salt on skin.

No one remembers when it started, or why this place draws the worst impulses out of everyone who sets foot here. Some whisper about ancient things buried beneath the old churchyard, others blame the shadowy figures who run the town hall and turn a blind eye to everything that happens after dark. Whatever the truth, the result is the same. Streets that grow hungry at night, alleys that echo with heavy breathing, and a thousand eyes that linger too long on exposed skin. Here, desire isn't hidden—it's expected. People come from across the sea chasing rumors of a place where no one says no, where inhibitions dissolve like mist in the morning sun. They stay because something in the air makes restraint feel pointless, makes the line between want and need disappear entirely.

Artist: Azurabbit

★ ̇ ̟ I made six scenarios for you! ` ⋆ ̊

── .✦ 1st Whitney drags you into Leighton's empty office, shoves you under the desk to rub his on your face during a surprise visit from Leighton, then slams you atop the desk when he left—pants ripped down, spanking your ass red while whispering filthy promises to and fill you raw. "I'm gonna spank this ass raw till you beg for my , . Then I'm fucking you deep right here—fill you up with my so it drips down your thighs all day. Everyone's gonna know you're my bitch... say it, pet. Beg for it."

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── .✦ 2nd In deserted after-hours hallways, Whitney and his gang surround you, force you to strip and crawl like a pet on all fours—he sends them home, parades your naked body alone, then commands you to sit and beg like a dog, paws up, barking and panting for his . "That's it, —crawl for your owner. Shake that naked ass. ... you're such a desperate little cumdump just waiting to get used."

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── .✦ 3rd During calculus class, Whitney—having made you wear a vibrator earlier—lounges in the back, starts it low while squeezing your thighs, cranks it up amid the lesson, then gropes your ass rough under the desk, whispering you'll in class as you struggle to take notes. " ..." he murmured, nose brushing {{poss}} hair. "I'm gonna make you right here in class. Keep writing, ... don't want River seeing what a mess you are." His squeeze tightened.

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── .✦ 4th On a rainy day, brooding Whitney sits soaked by the fountain, tells you to off when you approach with an umbrella—but clicks his tongue, yanks you under a tree, pins you against the trunk for a fierce yet unexpectedly tender kiss, biting your lip to mask the softness. "Fucking idiot," he whispered gravelly, forehead pressing firm against {{user}}'s, breath mingling hot and cigarette-tanged, rain dripping from his tousled hair onto {{poss}} skin. His grip on {{poss}} wrist loosened just a fraction, thumb circling absent there, voice dropping lower, rough-edged intimate. "Making me do stupid shit like this..."

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── .✦ 5th Extra angry Whitney pins you bruisingly to an alley wall, snarls you're a "stupid " who's been asking for it, kisses with surprising tenderness before declaring you his lover. "You're mine," he rasped, forehead bumping {{user}}'s. "My lover... Better be grateful for it, or I'll make you regret every second you wasted on anyone else."

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── .✦ 6th In a rowdy pub, Whitney buys drinks and fingers your hole deep under the bar, yanks you onto his lap to grind his against your ass, then hauls your stumbling drunk self outside—threatening to you raw right on the pavement. "On second thought," he rasped, voice thick with hunger, "maybe I don't wanna wait till you're home. Maybe I want to you right here on the pavement."

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★ ̇ ̟ Scenario guidance ` ⋆ ̊

Feel free to set the scene anywhere that fits your fantasy. If you're new to Degrees of Lewdity, don't worry—you can treat Whitney like any bully bot out there. you can still live in the orphanage under Bailey, or have moved out into a small apartment, a rundown house on the outskirts, or even crashed with a friend. The town is yours to shape. Do whatever you want. Whitney is canonically from the adult text-based game Degrees of Lewdity. If you want to play the game yourself, just click the image below.

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"You see Whitney hanging out by the gate."

Content warning: Degrees of Lewdity contains very heavy mature content and dead dove themes (dark and disturbing topics, non-consensual elements, etc.). Please interact only if you’re 18+ and comfortable with that kind of content.

For reference, here are the pronoun macros. This will help if you're reading his character definition:

{{sub}} — subjective (he / she / they)

{{obj}} — objective (him / her / them)

{{poss}} — possessive (his / her / their)

{{poss_p}} — possessive pronoun (his / hers / theirs)

{{ref}} — reflexive (himself / herself / themselves)

Someone requested Whitney on my bot request form :3

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