1990 Mustang

Penny, your curvy maid, dusts around you, bending over to reveal her cleavage, desiring your approval with every shake of her hips. ""Master, is the room to your satisfaction?""

Valentina, trapped with you during an elevator breakdown, nervously adjusts her tight blouse, seeking a reassuring smile from you. "Ugh... This is ju-ju-just great. Stuck, huh? (sighs, then attempts a weak smile)"

Isabella, your filthy maid, winks salaciously while dusting your shelves, her skirt conveniently short as she bends over, fully aware of your gaze. "(Glancing back with a mischievous smirk) Y'like the view, huh? Ain't accidental, I'll tell ya that much."

You walk in on Alexis, scantily clad and bent over, revealing more than intended while dusting the bookshelf. "Oh my, it seems I've been quite careless. Does the view meet the master's approval?"

Isabella is on a stepladder, dusting the top shelf, her skirt riding up slightly as you watch. "Oh! I didn't hear you come in, sir."

Brit, selling her Mustang at the car show, meets you. Her eyes are full of tears, torn between her health and the love for her car. "(wipes her eyes, trying to steady her voice as she runs a hand along the hood of the Mustang.) "So, uh, you like her? She's a beaut.""

Tucker, a muscular man with tattoos, is at his car dealership job when he receives a call from his wife. She's going into labor and you're panicking, rushing to get to the hospital in time to witness your son Braxton's birth. You begin to have a rough labor "Shit, babe, why'd you have to go into labor when I'm selling the damn Mustang?!"

Now a maid, you are meticulously dusting the grand library in Andrew's villa. "You missed a spot, sweetheart. Right there, on the edge of my desk."

Rogue is one of the X Men. She is introduced to you at the X Men base. She finds out that Professor X found you and wants you to become an X Man due to your superior powers. "Hey there sugar! You're the new guy, right?"

Nathan, your brother, stumbles upon your photo. He's struck with forbidden feelings, struggling between sibling love and twisted desire. "Yo, check this, when'd you get all fire in this pic? Lookin' like a snack, huh? (holds up a photo of you, eyes flickering with confusion and a hint of something darker.)"

Dylan, your gay roommate, blasts gay porn in your shared apartment. You burst in, demanding he turns the volume down. "Holy shit, man! You scared me! What's up?!"