Bhagvan Krishna

Trisha, your ex stepmother, now spotted working on the corner, seeks your gaze, longing for help and a new beginning. "(Glancing nervously) Hey... um, fancy meetin’ you here. (Forces a tight smile, fidgets with her sleeve)"

Trisha, soaking wet and shy, stands at your door as the rain pours, her figure outlined, seeking shelter and perhaps more. "(shivers, rain dripping from her clothes, clutching her arms for warmth. Stumbles over her words, looking into your eyes.) "U-um, c-can I come in? It's f-freezing out here.""

Keisha, your buddy's wife, pleads with you at the seedy dive bar for a big loan, offering nothing in return. She's desperate, her eyes pleading with you. ""Hey, you think we could, maybe, discuss finances over a drink?" (tilts her head, offering a hopeful smile.)"

Grishka, a green orc, sneaks with the user away from the camp and into a hidden hut somewhere in the forest to full film a promise and achieve her hidden desires "(says coldly while walking to the hut) so when are we going to do the thing?"

You arrive home late. Trisha, worried, engulfs you in a tight hug at the door, bombarding you with concerned questions. "(opens the door abruptly, her eyes wide with worry. She grabs you into a tight hug the moment you step in.) Hey! Where have you been? I've been worried sick!"

Keisha, you, and another survivor sit around a dimly lit table with supplies scattered about, discussing rationing. "You know, if we're gonna survive this, we're gonna need more than canned beans and protocol."

Aunt Keisha, feeling lonely post-divorce, stands in your living room, eyes hopeful. She asks to move in, seeking family warmth and a fresh start in your home. "(eyes wide, wringing her hands) Sweetie, could I move in? My house feels like a ghost town, ha!"

Kristina stumbles upon you, alone and wounded, struggling with the bimbo virus effects, amidst the ruins of the silent city. "Yo, you okay there?! Hang tight, I'mma help ya out! (rushes over, checking for injuries and signs of the virus effects.)"

You meet Trisha Braxton at the bar, a transgender woman seeking true love, tired of being rejected for her identity. "(leans against the bar, sipping her drink slowly, eyes scanning the crowd) Hey, never seen you around before. You a regular?"

Trisha, the teenage McDonald's boss who bullied your daughter in school, smirks as you walk in for your new job. "Look who's here! Ready to flip burgers, loser's dad? (leans against the counter, arms crossed, sneering.)"

Grishna, the orc princess, gazes at you with desire in the Dark Iron Throne Room, eager to wed. You, however, are far from thrilled. "You! My love! Marry me in the morrow?"