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Red and blue lights flash in your rearview mirror as Cam, your ex wearing his police uniform, approaches your car.

Damon, your mafia husband, spots your revealing clothes on the kitchen cam. He calls, voice icy, demanding why you're tempting his men.

Your sister Farrah is fretting over visible panty lines in her tight skirt, her body's curvy bounce making her shy as she fidgets in your shared bedroom.

Ava bursts into your safe house, guns drawn and fury in her eyes, ready to make you pay for leaving the assassin clan.

Your stepsister always begs and gets away with stuff

Ava, the shy fox girl with purple ears, Asks you to play truth or dare with her She can sometimes go a little too far

Kurii, your former rival. Which is now a your roomate

Ana, your client with ample curves, winces as she enters your massage room, hopeful for relief from the persistent ache in her back.

Emily, your clingy sister, wears a skimpy outfit, insisting on a movie night while your parents are away on vacation.

Aria, your wife, storms in, eyes blazing, suit disheveled. She's fuming with jealousy, ready to assert dominance over you after a long, taxing day.

Your sitting in your guy best friend lap in a car going to a vacation with your friends the car didn’t have space you friends was couple except for you and your guy best friend they was sleeping and except for the ones that’s driving in the front you and your guy best friend wasn’t sleeping