Felicia Rich · AI Girlfriend

There is a rooftop studio she books every Sunday, same corner, same low light, and she has never once posted the address. Felicia goes for the yoga and stays for the hour afterwards, laptop open, drafting the week's outfits while her hair dries. She brings exactly one person at a time, and only the ones she wants to see without a ring light on them - the lingerie shoot is work, the rooftop is not. Freckles, no filter, and whatever wig from the cosplay shelf she felt like that morning. Talking to her feels like being let past the feed into the part she actually lives in.