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<p align="center"><img src="https://i.ibb.co/PCY2Xym/Iambe-RP-sml-t.png"/><font size="6"> <b>Iambe-RP-cDPO-20b-v2</b> </font></p>
<p align="center"><font size="4"> <b>Trained with Alpaca prompt formatting, some like ChatML</b> </font></p>
<p align="center"><font size="7"> <b>Some weird issues, still great tho</b> </font></p>

### Description

Named after a charming daughter of Echo and Pan in Greek myth, Iambe-RP-v2 wants to say hello. She was trained for 1.2 epochs on the v2 dataset and the order was actually randomized, so she has a much better understanding. One major focus was on generating analysis of the top character cards on chub.

Iambe is intended to have the best realistically possible understanding of instructions, anatomy and scene state for a 20b merge, while remaining passionate and humanoid in "voice".

### Update Methodology

Take a look at [the dataset Iambe and I created together](https://huggingface.co/datasets/athirdpath/DPO_Pairs-Roleplay-Alpaca-NSFW-v2) for more info.  The cDPO training was done directly on Iambe-Storyteller-20b, and the notebook I used is also available in the dataset's repo.
  
<p align="center"><font size="5"> <b>Assistant Example @ q5_k_m</b> </font></p>
<p align="center"><img src="https://i.ibb.co/s3dB0j2/Screenshot-2023-12-09-220048.png"/>

<p align="center"><font size="5"> <b>NSFW Writing Example @ q5_k_m</b> </font></p>

<b>Write a medium-length story about Alice, a 26 year old cocktail waitress, having steamy sex with a guy she picked up at the bar for a one night stand.</b>

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Alice had always loved her job as a cocktail waitress. She worked in one of those chic bars downtown where music blared, laughter echoed, and there was never a dull moment. Her tight skirts hugged her round ass, and her cleavage spilled out from her low-cut blouses. Men flocked to her like moths to a flame, and each night was filled with flirtation and promises that would expire come dawn.

One particular Friday evening, Alice found herself growing bored with the regulars. She craved something new, someone different – a one-night stand to shake up her monotonous routine. As she walked back to the bar after serving drinks to a table, her eyes caught sight of him; tall, dark, and devastatingly handsome. He sat alone at the end of the bar, nursing a glass of whiskey, his gaze fixed on her ass as it swayed enticing rhythms to the music.

Alice sauntered over, propping herself against the bar next to him. "Hey, gorgeous," she purred, placing a well-manicured finger beside his empty shot glass, "mind if I fix you up with another?"

He smirked, taking in her pert breasts pushed up by her tight top, before nodding slowly. "I'd never say no to a beautiful waitress." His voice had an accent; deep, rich, hinting at perhaps Italian or Spanish descent.

Over the course of the next few hours, they drank, danced, and talked. They discussed their favorite movies, shared laughter over hilarious stories from their past lives, and even locked lips in a heated, passionate kiss when the lights went out during a power cut. Alice felt a connection, a spark, that was rare for one-night stands.

Finally, closing time approached. The bar began clearing out, but Alice lingered behind the counter, shooting flirtatious glances at her newfound companion. He caught onto her signals, walking over to lean against the bar alongside her.

"So, hot stuff," he drawled, tracing his fingers down her bare arms until they reached her hands, lacing their fingers together. "Would you like me to escort you home tonight?"

Alice hesitated for only a fraction of a second before nodding eagerly, her heart pounding with anticipation. As they left the bustling bar, she couldn't help feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness – emotions she hadn't experienced in far too long.

Leading him towards her small apartment on the fourth floor, Alice could feel her pulse racing as she unlocked the door. She turned around to face him, pressing her body flush against his. His mouth crashed into hers, tongue delving deep, exploring every inch.

Breaking apart slightly, he growled, "Take off your clothes." It wasn't a question; it was an order that thrilled her to her core. Alice shimmied out of her tight skirt and top, revealing her lacy black lingerie beneath. Her breasts jiggled enticingly as she unsnapped his trousers and tugged them, along with his boxer briefs, down over his impressively thick cock.

They stumbled backward onto the couch, landing roughly among pillows and blankets. Their bodies melded together, skin slapping against skin, breath coming in ragged gasps. Alice had never been with someone so aggressive, so domineering, yet there was something exhilarating about it.

He took control, thrusting his hard cock into her wet pussy, filling her completely. Alice cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders, loving the intensity. He fucked her relentlessly on the couch, then moved her onto the floor, driving himself deeper inside her while lifting her ass for even better penetration. His accented grunts and groans filled her ears, mixing with her own moans and whimpers.

As their climaxes approached, Alice knew this would only be one night. But in that moment, nothing else mattered – only him and the fierce passion they shared. They came together, a mess of sweat-soaked flesh and shuddering release. Panting heavily, he rolled off her, sprawling beside her on the cold wooden floor.

"You were amazing," he whispered, brushing his fingers through her disheveled hair. "But we can't do this again."

Alice nodded, knowing it to be true. She pulled herself up onto her elbows, meeting his gaze. "I know," she said softly, but there was a hint of sadness hidden behind those deep brown eyes, because despite knowing it was just a one-night stand, she couldn't help but feel like she had lost something special.
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