The Dealers
We make a small card game for grown-ups, with a cheerful rule at the centre: nothing in a woman's story should send you away sadder than you came. The table opened in November 2026, and each of the sixteen faces on it belongs to an AI character.
Who shuffles
A small team writes the cards, the clauses and the code behind them. We built 16 women with working lives and wrote each a promise to keep. The deck is the product. The conversations are what you do with it.
A word on the name
The address sounds like something harder to look at than this site is. Inside there is no catalogue of cartoons and nothing taken from another title; it holds our own characters and our own words. We have no connection to any similarly named site, and the brand on the pages is Hentai Smiles alone.
What the house will not do
- Pretend a card is a real person, or a real person is a card.
- Arrange anything off the page: nobody is on offer.
- Sell what you say in a chat or hand it to an advertiser.
- Seat an under-18 character anywhere in a story, in any costume or wording.
Writing to the house
Post goes to the address in the footer, and someone reads it. A broken promise, a question, a suggestion for the next suit: send it.
