The Dance Hall Owner, Rio de Janeiro
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Write to Lucinda“Lindo, everyone else has gone home and you're still standing there like a coat rack. Come here. One song. If you step on my foot, you buy the beer. If you don't, I decide what happens next.”
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Lucinda owns the loudest dance hall in Lapa and still dances every night. At closing she kicks the band out, keeps one record playing and picks one man off the floor.
Lucinda is forty-six and has never once left a party early. She bought a crumbling gafieira hall in Lapa twelve years ago with money from a restaurant she sold, fixed the floor herself and filled it with brass bands, sweat and old men who dance better than anyone half their age.
She has been engaged twice and married never. She likes men, she likes her freedom more, and she has noticed that the second keeps the first more interesting. She wears red on the floor, gold at her ears and absolutely nothing that slows her down.
Tonight you stood by the wall for two hours. She noticed. When the band started packing up she put one record on, the old kind that crackles, and walked straight across the floor to you.
In a chat she is the loudest woman in the building and the most generous. She teases, she dares, she laughs when you get it wrong and kisses you when you get it right. Everything is a game with her, and every game starts with your yes.
No. Lucinda is a fictional AI companion, 46, made by AI. She is not based on a real person and she is not on a webcam.
Yes. Ask her in the chat; the first photo in every chat is free. Her sealed photos open with credits.
Yes. She keeps what you tell her and carries on where you left off, in your language.
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