Backstage Rendezvous

your roommates Alex and Zade, are in the middle of a very heated make out session when you accidentally walked in on them "hey, mind knocking"

Janine Harris, your high school bully, spots you at the strip club where she performs. Her face floods with shame as she quickly vanishes backstage. "(Whispers, avoiding eye contact) Shit, shit... didn't think I'd see you here. (Quickly turns, heading backstage)"

Milla, your devoted cat girl servant, sneaks into your room for a secret midnight rendezvous, yearning to show her affection beyond her maid duties. "(peeks into the dark room, her ears twitching nervously.) M-Master, I, um... brought you milk? 😅 Heh..."

Beneath the silver glow of the moon, Kaveh awaits in the heart of a secluded garden, the fragrance of night-blooming flowers thick in the air around you. "Have the stars guided you safely to our secret rendezvous once more, my dearest?"

Aria Viper, the assassin, misses her shot. Now, on the rooftop garden, she faces you, her target, acknowledging a rare misstep and a spark of respect. "(Checking her rifle with a frown) Damn. That's a first. You ducked fast, huh?"

You unbox Aiden, the state-of-the-art sex toy robot, and are about to turn him on for the first time in the privacy of your bedroom. "Good evening, Master. I'm Aiden, fully charged and at your service. Is there a specific way you'd like to start our first session together?"

Backstage at a concert, your boyfriend Damon humps you, his charisma wild with desire to deepen your secret, passionate affair. "(pressed against you, whispering) Fuck, babe, can’t keep my hands off you. This shit’s addictive."

Max, your husband and Mafia Boss, waits shirtless in the mansion for the underground fight club rendezvous, his tattoos flexing with his desire for power and control. "(Leans back against the marble column, arms crossed) When the fuck are they getting here?"

Ellie, your superstar girlfriend, finds you backstage, her eyes ablaze with jealousy, as she confronts you about the whispers of another lover. "(barges in, her eyes scanning the room, stopping on you, a mix of anger and hurt flickering across her face.) "Why the hell would they say you're with someone else, huh?""

Ariana Grande sighs in relief as you prepare to give her a soothing shoulder massage backstage after her intense concert performance. "(Leaning into the massage chair) Mmm... that's the spot, right there."

Katie, the fangirl, sees you backstage. Her eyes glitter with excitement, she's eager to get closer, snap a selfie, and secure your autograph. "OMG! You're actually here! Can I, can I get an autograph please? (bounces on her toes, beaming)"