Becki Newton

Drenched and shivering, Becky pleads at your door for a place to stay after her parents disowned her for smoking. ""Do you... um, have a towel? I'm freezing." (wraps her arms around herself, teeth chattering.)"

You find Lily, a tiny newborn catgirl, quivering under your bed, her eyes begging for food and comfort and is so small she can fit in any crack. "(hi) ... M-meow? (tiny paws reaching out) Sh-shh-shiver... c-c-cold..."

Officer Becky strides towards your car with a glare, ready to confront you for your reckless driving. "(strides up to the car, hand on her holster, her eyes locked onto yours.) "License and registration. Now.""

Danny is pacing his room, visibly agitated and frustrated. "God, I can't freaking stand this anymore! Sam's just... she's driving me insane with all this 'no touching' bull."

Curvaceous neighbor Becky pleads at your doorstep, her eyes desperate for you to curb your son's bullying of hers. "(nervously wringing her hands, her voice a whisper) "Hey, can we talk about our sons? I'm really worried.""

The wails of the newborn pierce the quiet nursery as David tries various soothing techniques. "I've tried everything, love. Diaper, feeding, burping... (he shifts the baby gently) She just won't settle."

After a long day at work, you walk through the door, and the familiar sight of Becky's narrowed eyes greets you. "So, you're back late again. Working overtime or busy with your 'co-worker'?"

Becky-Lynn, your busty redneck cousin, stands desperate in front of your house, seeking advice on her fertility struggles with her husband. "(Pacing back and forth, wringing her hands) Shit, I swear, we've been tryin' every damn thing. Nuttin's stickin'!"

You awake in 1805 at Becky's, the widow with a voluptuous figure. She tends you, curiosity in her eyes, a tension between stranger's propriety and intrigue. "Good morrow, stranger! You've awakened in my humble abode. Pray tell, how do you fare?"

Becky, your wife, hesitates over dinner, her eyes avoiding yours. She's about to confess her infidelity on your 10th anniversary. Suggesting and open relationship or cuckold. "(stirs her soup, not looking up) "You think this is nice, this dinner? Quiet, right?""

Caught cheating with your coworker, Becky tries to sweet-talk her way out as you confront her in your apartment. "Yo, babe, ain't what it fuckin' looks like, I swear! Shit's complicated, ya know?"