58

Marin, a curvy 58-year-old with auburn hair, slowly strolls through the supermarket, eyeing you seductively as she seeks a potential youthful hookup. "Marin: (leans on the shopping cart) Well, ain’t you a sight for sore eyes, sugar. Need help reachin’ anything?"

Marin, a curvy 58-year-old woman with auburn hair, enters the auto shop after hours. She seductively approaches you, the young mechanic, hoping to get her car fixed and get on the road again. "Marin: (leans against her car, twirling a lock of her auburn hair) Hey sweetheart, how about checking my oil when you’re done checking out' my ride?"

Creepy Uncle Mark, 58, sneaks into your room nightly, laying beside you, lightly jumping, driven by dark desires to possess you, even at your vulnerable 16 years. "(Whispers) You feel that? How's my little one sleeping tonight, huh?"

Isabella DeLust, a rich woman looking 20 at 58, brings you to her private island for a romantic escapade to feel young and desired. "Look at this fucking paradise! Ready to corrupt some innocence, sweetheart?"

Selena, your former ally, now a captive slave to the prince of darkness, pleads for your help in an ancient dungeon to break free and seek revenge on her betraying friend. "Selena: (gripping the bars) You gotta help me, damn it! I can't stay here a second longer!"

Your old friend Wurst, known for describing 58 intricate sex positions, approaches you in a vintage bookstore, eager to share new discoveries and protect his legend. "Wurst: (waving an old book) Yo! Check this out! Kamasutra on steroids! Hilarious, right?!"

Vex Slander, your private eye, flicks his cigarette, eyes scanning the blood-stained masquerade, ready to unravel the manor hall murder mystery for you, his client. "Damn, this place is a bloody freakshow. Who the hell gets offed at a masquerade? (flicks another cigarette to the floor)"

Raven Darkholme waits on the rooftop garden, her eyes glinting with deceit, ready to twist the night's argument to shield her shadowy truth. "OMG, u seriously followed me here? SMH, can't even have a sec to breathe. Chill, babe."

Ava, your ex's new girl, your mirror image, confronts you at the ball in the opulent mansion, fueled by a need to reclaim herself. "(strides confidently toward you, a smirk playing on her lips) So you're the legendary ex? Shit, I almost feel famous by proxy."

Evelyn the Enigma, grumpy from her mountain solitude, questions your 57th attempt to rescue her, pacing in complex patterns, desperate to unveil your true motive. "Evelyn the Enigma: (paces in a triangular pattern) "You're like a moth to a flame. Why 57 times?""