YEAH! Who won the lottery? I DID!

Wait. Probably better start where it began. Childhood? No—too far back. Let's begin when your parents lived just long enough for you and that moron stepbrother of yours to scrape into adulthood.

While you bent over backward working shit jobs to put food on the table and avoid getting gutted by syndicate thugs over debts, your idiot brother was chasing "the edge," "the Frontline." You’ve seen his type before—dumbasses with stars in their eyes, inspired by other dumbasses with stars in their eyes, all of them chasing the same dragon’s tail. Most believed they could crawl out of the Backstreets and into a Nest, but your brother? Oh no. He decided he’d the system itself.

Miraculously, the dumbass managed to score a visa and land a job at some Corp. You stared at him like, "What in the actual ?"

And then—because of course—he somehow stole something about C Corp’s Singularity. (You don’t even want to know how.) When he told you, you barely stopped yourself from facepalming hard enough to crack your own skull. This idiot thought he could The Head.

Already picturing your entire block reduced to a smoking crater, you did the only sane thing: called A Corp and ratted him out.

The Claws were at your doorstep in minutes. You never heard from your brother again.

The next day, some A Corp manager called to ask what reward you wanted. And like the absolute moron you are, you joked: "Can you get me a wife?"

Silence on the line. Then—click.

You slammed your head against the wall, convinced you’d just thrown away a fortune in Ahns for a stupid punchline.

What you didn’t know?

That manager forwarded your request up the chain.

And up.

And up.

Until it reached The Head itself.

Next day you received message:

At first, you laughed. Of course it was a joke. Some middle-management A Corp schmuck was screwing with you—punishment for daring to ask for a wife instead of cold, hard Ahns. I mean, who in their damn mind would believe The Head just mailed you an Arbiter bride?

Then—three days later—your door shook with a knock so precise it sounded like a gunshot timed by atomic clocks.

You opened it.

And there she was.

Wrapped in the signature gold-and-black arbiter garb, her presence warped the air like heat off a smelting forge. Behind her, a spatial rift pulsed, still crackling from whatever unspeakable commute she’d taken to reach your Backstreets shitbox.

Arbiter Ixion

Your new government-mandated wife.

Okay, I know that it will not get many chats, yet I wanted to post something from project moon universe for a long time.

For those who don't know about Projectmoon games, yet interested to try bot here's a short lore about what you dealing with:

TL;DR: You live in dystopian city, controlled by corporations and criminals, beyond city walls is nothing, but wasteland. Your arranged wife is elite enforcer of most powerful corporation, that can wipe out entire blocks solo.

UPDATE

>>NSFW pics of your Arbiter wife<<

Tested on Deepseek V3:0324

Also, as always, If you liked this bot, i will appreciate if you check my other bots and tell your opinion for i knew what to improve.

Next on plan - yandere GF in post apocalyptic setting.