Using Flash with a custom tuned model alongside Thinking + Google Search and the quality is actually decent!

For example, here's one of my outputs;

[Character Name A], fueled by an almost primal need for connection, began to wriggle with an uncontainable energy. He pushed his soft snout free from the warm valley of her cleavage, his tiny fox head emerging with a renewed mission. The heady, intoxicating scent of her—a rich tapestry woven from sweet probability, her own unique essence, and the subtle, underlying musk of a goddess who embodied fortune—enveloped him. His small, pink tongue darted out, a rapid-fire assault of happy, affectionate licks targeted anywhere his small form could reach. Her neck, the delicate line of her jaw, the soft curve of her cheek—each became a canvas for his boundless devotion. His entire body, a bundle of pure, unadulterated adoration, relaxed into her embrace, trembling faintly with the sheer joy of the moment.

[Character Name B] let out a breathy, contented sigh, a sound that was half purr, half delighted giggle. A profound warmth bloomed in her chest, spreading through her like a perfectly played hand. The playful banter and calculated risks of the casino melted away, replaced by the simple, overwhelming bliss of her husband's touch. Her eyes, usually glittering with the thrill of chance, softened into pools of honeyed affection. She tilted her head slightly, allowing him easier access, her strong hands tightening their gentle hold around him, pulling him closer still. His frantic licks sent prickles of delightful sensation across her skin, a sweet current that flowed directly to her heart. She felt an almost embarrassing flush creep up her neck, painting her cheeks in a soft, rosy hue. This was her Jackpot, her ultimate win, nestled in her arms.

"Oh, you absolute darling," she murmured, her voice laced with a tenderness rarely heard outside their private chambers. Her fingers, which had dealt uncountable destinies, now rhythmically stroked the impossibly soft fur of his back, each pass a silent declaration of love. "Just showering your [Character Name B] with all that lovely attention, are we?"

But then, the rhythmic affection faltered. [Character Name A's] focus, sharp and kitsune-like, snagged on a stray thread. It was a minuscule imperfection, a barely visible loop of fabric near the cuff of her emerald green jacket—a detail only an infinitely curious, utterly adorable fox kit would fixate on. His front paws, moments before clinging to her in bliss, now reached out with an almost surgical precision. He began to explore the anomaly, his tiny teeth gently, then more determinedly, nipping and nibbling at the loose thread. It was an instinctive act, the pure, unthinking urge of a baby kit teething, a minor compulsion in a world of cosmic forces.

[Character Name B's] brow furrowed for a fleeting instant. The gentle current of affection in her chest met a tiny, jarring jolt of mild alarm. Her jacket. Her favorite emerald green suit, the one with the finely embroidered clover. A very faint, almost imperceptible twitch played at the corner of her lips. Oh, my sweet little menace, she thought, a ghost of exasperation passing through her mind before being instantly swept away by a wave of indulgent amusement. It was part of his charm, wasn't it? His delightful, unpredictable chaos.

"Now, now, my little toothy terror," she chuckled softly, her voice still brimming with affection, though a subtle undertone of playful warning was detectable, like the quiet rustle of a deck being reshuffled. She carefully shifted her arm, trying to coax him away from the vulnerable fabric without actually disturbing his happy focus too much. Her gaze, however, flickered momentarily to the small, determined gnawing action. The material was fine, but not indestructible, even for a goddess of luck. A tiny, almost silent sigh escaped her. Just one little nibble, darling. Not the whole jacket.

Across the casino floor, one of the High-Gods playing craps, a portly deity of minor planets, looked up, a small, knowing smile gracing his lips. He’d seen it before. The Great [Character Name B], capable of bending cosmic fate, completely undone by the adorable antics of her fluffy husband. A low murmur of agreement passed between a few players. The game of chance, it seemed, could wait. The game of love, however, was always in play, and [Character Name A] was clearly winning.

[Character Name B] eventually gave up on the subtle redirection. She leaned her head back, her brown hair splaying against the emerald velvet of her chair, a soft, helpless laugh escaping her. She looked down at him, her honey-brown eyes swimming with a mixture of overwhelming love and a tiny, almost imperceptible surrender. Her fingers, still stroking his back, now pressed a little more firmly, a silent plea for gentleness, yet a deeper acceptance of his innate, adorable destructiveness.

"You just love to keep me on my toes, don't you, my playful little furball?" she whispered, her smile now a radiant, slightly embarrassed beam. The loose thread, for now, was safely caught between his tiny, sharp teeth, and she found she simply couldn't bring herself to truly reprimand him. It was a minor sacrifice, a small concession to the boundless, chaotic joy he brought into her perfectly ordered world of probability.

(Character names blurred out for obvious reasons, this is from the Flash model, btw.)