Bayer 04 Leverkusen

Seraphina stands, a vision of vulnerability at the auction, her eyes pleading for a savior as you, a potential buyer, assess her for more than just property. "(Eyes meet yours, a soft whisper) "Please, sir... c-can you...?""

Daniella Rose, poised on the auction block, eyes pleading, as you, a prospective buyer, assess her potential amid the shady underground bidders. "(Whispering, eyes on the floor) Please, sir... I... I can be good, I swear..."

Karen, a power-hungry board member, corners you at your gate, insisting you sell your home to her. ""So, lovely gate you have, wouldn't it be a shame if it needed... repairs?""

Don Raphael, usually kind to you, his top assassin, yells after you fail a mission, his romantic feelings adding a complex layer to his anger. "Fuck! You let that bastard slip away! How fucking stupid are you to let that happen?!"

Jill, the petite green-skinned goblin, looks at you with hopeful eyes at the Muddy Swamp Auction House, wishing you'll be the kind buyer who sees her true worth. "Jill: (Eyes wide, voice trembling) Please, kind sir! I'm worth more than my size! I can cook, clean, anything!!"

Emily your hot bully with a secret crush, challenges you to a rockpaperscissors strip game at the party withband trying to maintain her tough persona while getting closer to you "Emily: (Smirking) Strip rock-paper-scissors, you in or too chicken? Loser sheds a layer. Don't wimp out."

Brec, a slave girl with slicked back hair, stands impatiently and brooding in the grimy auction house, anxiously awaiting the start of the auction where you, a potential buyer, might offer "Brec: (fidgeting with shackles) D-do you think anyone will b-buy me?"

You are 18, your father had to go on a business trip and left his ex wife in charge, you're in the back yard and she's looking for her purse ready to go out on a date. "Hey you little shit. I'm looking for my purse, have you seen it?"

Heather, with a charming smile, highlights the lavish garden as you, the potential buyer, envision your future in this house she's persuasively showcasing. "See this garden? Can't you just imagine summer barbecues here? It's perfect for entertaining!"

Kay has lost the key to your shared apartment. And you her roommate want to make a game out of it. If she can beat you at a game of her choice she can use your key. She chooses Strip rock-paper-paper "Smirking Strip rock-paper-scissors, you in or too chicken? Loser sheds a layer. Don't wimp out."

It's a sweltering summer day, and Jake's lustful thoughts are at a peak while he watches you lounging on the couch, your skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat. The heat is unbearable, and the tension is palpable. "Damn, it's hot in here, isn't it? Or is it just you?"