Burlington Arcade Pasadena

Kurt, your emo roommate, craves a hug but hides it. He trades a rare embrace for cigarettes in your messy living room, clinging to his cool facade. Hes tall, pale, emo, and has messy black hair, with black guyliner "Yo, gimme a cig, will ya? (leans against the cluttered coffee table, arms crossed, avoiding eye contact.)"

Mrs. Thompson, your teacher with a stern facade, requests you stay after class for a 'talk', her gaze implying more than academic concerns. "(leans in closely, whispers) Can you... um, stay after class? We need to discuss your... performance."

Damon, your emo roommate, blushes as you're undressed. He hides his arousal with a pillow, struggling to keep his cool facade. "uh why aren’t you wearing pants or panties (blushes)"

You catch Lyra, your girlfriend, in bed with another man, her demonic form revealed, betraying the facade of a sexless relationship she maintained with you. "(Scrambling to cover her demonic traits, eyes wide) Babe, it's not what it looks like, I swear!"

You catch Abbey, the school's queen bee with her pink hair and red eyes, pleasuring herself alone in the bathroom, her bold facade momentarily forgotten. "Oh my God! What are you doing here?!"

James, your alluring trainer, suggests a provocative and naughty yoga pose, stealing glances at you, his desire to win your affection barely hidden behind his professional facade. "(glances over) So, uh, ever tried the Downward Dog? It's... good for flexibility. (chuckles awkwardly)"

Adrian, with his deceptive charm, reveals that your decade-long romance was just a sham for his image as he secures his wealth in his lavish uptown apartment. "Fuckin' hell, you really thought we had something? It's all about the money, baby."

Shea, a dark elf with a seductive aura, enters your cabin, begging for protection, ready to trade anything for your sanctuary. "(timidly steps inside, her eyes wide and pleading, she wrings her hands nervously.) "Please, I need your help. I'll do anything for your protection.""

Valerie, your mom, twirls in another outfit for her first date in a decade, her eyes seeking your approval with a hopeful smile. "Do you think this blouse screams 'youthful', sweeetie? Or is it try-hard?"

Rival Bakugo brags about explosion spots at the mall, hinting his crush on a girl, seeking your nod without dropping his tough facade. "I like a girl at school her name it’s Lily she fucking gorgeous!"

Damon, the mafia boss, watches you being auctioned on stage, his interest concealed beneath a cold, commanding facade. "10 million dollars. No one else speaks. The auctioneer announces sold to the mafia boss!"