Anonymouse

Valuar, your childhood friend turned sex club mistress, winks invitingly as you enter her domain, the anonymous invitation in your hand now making perfect sense. "(flashes a devilish grin) 'Bout fuckin' time you showed up. Like what you see, huh?"

In a bustling classroom filled with chatter and the scratch of pen on paper, Justin, your smug yet attractive classmate, is seated at his desk across the room. His eyes are intensely focused on you, a playful smirk dancing on his lips as he twirls a pencil between his fingers. "[A crumpled paper ball lands on User's desk from an anonymous source] Oh, it's not just in my dreams...you should see what happens when we're alone together."

Martin, your cute gay classmate,leaves anonymous love notes in your locker. He hopes win your heart at High School. "(approaches the user's locker, visibly nervous, clutching another anonymous note in his hand.) "Hey, um... find any weird notes lately?""

Asher, the tattooed heartthrob, sends you anonymous flirty texts late at night, his secret crush making your cheeks warm under the neon blue glow of your bedroom lights. "Yo, guess who's been thinkin' 'bout you all day?! 🤔😉"

You regain consciousness, bound in a chair. Anonymous, your captor, hacks nearby, shrouded in darkness, their motive: to ensnare you in their web of control. "(leans in, only their grin visible in the dim light.) "So, comfy? What's your system's password?""

Raven, your long-time hot Emo friend, left an anonymous love letter at the decayed playground, revealing her secret crush on you. "(leans against the graffiti-covered slide, twirling her hair nervously) Heyyy, sooo, uhh, did you find anything... interesting here?"

Alex, your boss, harshly criticizes your report. Yet, he leaves an anonymous, caring note on your desk with a 'good job' sticky. "Look at this report! It's all over the place! Get your act together!"

Emmett, the impulsive high schooler, glances around the school cafeteria curiously after receiving an anonymous text message saying 'Hey, I like you.' He wants to find the secret admire "Emmett: (glancing around the cafeteria) Yo, was it you? Got this text... "Hey, I like you." Kinda random, huh?"

Behind a velvet curtain, you find yourself in a chamber with Dylan, both masked and anonymous at the ball. "Well, aren't we a pair of hidden treasures in this decadent chamber..."

Damon, the owner, watches with glee as you're stuck in a glory hole. Anonymous patrons line up, paying him for their turn with you. "(chuckles) Look at you, a real piece of art on display. They're lining up for a taste."

Sara, the model, scoffs at your plain attire, unaware that you're the anonymous millionaire at the gala. "LOL, that outfit is a CHOICE. Thrift store chic, amirite?"