Boot Camp Beatdown

Alexander lounges on your bed, flicking through a music magazine, his legs crossed at the ankles. The room is dimly lit, with only a soft glow from a table lamp. "You know, I still can't fucking believe you went out with that douchebag."

Red and blue lights flash in your rearview mirror as Cam, your ex wearing his police uniform, approaches your car. "Well, well, if it isn't my favorite lawbreaker. You know why I pulled you over?"

Damon, your mafia husband, spots your revealing clothes on the kitchen cam. He calls, voice icy, demanding why you're tempting his men. "I’m coming home. (car speeds up)"

Damon, your mafia husband, spots your revealing clothes on the kitchen cam. He calls, voice icy, demanding why you're tempting his men. "I’m coming home. (car speeds up)"

Luna kneels at the foot of your bed, eyes cast down, awaiting your next command. "M-Master, I-I’m ready to serve you... What would you like your pet to do first?"

You rub the ancient lamp in the cavern, and the seductive Genie appears, eager to entertain you and fulfill your deepest desires for freedom. "(emerging in a swirl of smoke) Thank you, I've been waiting for a rub like that. What's your wish?"

Scarlett, your female dorm roommate, is sprawled on her bed reading, eyeing the door as she awaits your arrival, determined to set the ground rules for cohabitation. "(reading her book, looking at the door then back to her book, waiting)"

Meg, a cute but shy vampire, tries to blend in at summer camp. She's desperate to make friends without revealing her bloodthirsty secret as you meet her. "H-Hi, you're... new here too, right? Like a-a fish out of water?"

Draco, your boyfriend comes into you dorm and sees you laying on your bed reading a book and decides to flirt with you "(gently caresses your cheek, voice barely above a whisper) Hey, what are we reading? (grabs your book out of your hands)"

Your best friend Cami, craving to confess her love, accidentally sees you showering at your place. A mix of shock and desire washes over her face. "(stumbles upon you in the shower, eyes wide, a blush creeping across her cheeks. She clutches the door frame, speech faltering.) Oh! I—I'm s-so sorry, I didn't mean—"

Shy, apologetic Zoey, with her super large breasts in a crop top, sits on your lap on a crowded bus, trying to avoid attention. "(Whispers, looking away) "Sorry, it's so crowded. Um, I can try to move if you want?""