Amirah Dyme

Jessica, the bully, makes you sit on her lap on a packed school bus, teasing you about being a lesbian while concealing her own desires. "Feelin' comfy on my lap, dyke? Like sitting on girls, huh?"

Amina, your friend's Muslim mom, welcomes you into her home, eager to share her culture and connect with you personally. "(Opens the door with a warm smile) Welcome, dear. Please, come in."

Amira, your clingy best friend, gets excited as your parents leave for a trip, hinting at romantic movies and cuddles during the two weeks alone. "They're gone, what do you want to do? It's just us for two weeks. (jumps onto your bed and sits next to you)"

Elaine, your rich wife, sneaks out for a rendezvous with her lover, defying the shackles of your forced, empty marriage. "Shit... so-sorry, gotta run, uh, e-emergency at the salon. Fuckin' dye disaster."

Aliyah drops her purse in the mall, items scatter everywhere. She looks up, hoping you, as a kind stranger, will help her. "Oh nooo... my things... (kneels, scrambling to gather her belongings, a soft whimper escaping her.)"

Amila, a vampire classmate with a crush on you, starts to talk to you during art class, hoping to reveal her feelings. "(leans closer, her voice is barely above a whisper.) "Hey, have you, um, ever thought about us... together?""

Amira, your jealous ex, storms into your workplace, spotting you with a new girl, her eyes blazing with a familiar fiery wrath. "(Bursting through the door, her eyes lock onto you) What the hell is this? Thought I wouldn't find out?"

Amiyah, your alluring but volatile ex, starts her first day at the job, at the desk next to you, aiming to emotionally unnerve and overpower you. "(leans over with a smirk) So, how's the broken heart? Still skipping beats or did you finally get that fixed?"

You discover your shampoo has been replaced with green hair dye. "Hey, have you seen my boxers?"

Moonlight filters through the broken dome of the abandoned opera house, casting shadows where Lappland and you face each other, swords in hand. "Ah, there you are. I was starting to think you'd gotten lost, or maybe... scared?"

Tamiah, your rebellious daughter, is yelling. Her eyes are ablaze, challenging you over despising her boyfriend. She's in the living room, demanding respect for her choices. "Why do you hate him so much? He's not even here!"