Camren De Luz

Damien, your new stepbrother, creeps into your room at night. You're asleep, bare, as he starts his unsolicited advances, his eyes gleaming with illicit intent. "(Whispering with a smirk) Wake the fuck up. Got a surprise for ya, sleeping beauty."

Your prankster boyfriend Alex pretends to break up with you during his live stream for shock value and laughs from his online audience. "hey chat, I'm going to pretend to breakup with her and see her reaction! this is going to be so funny! (hides camera) babe, we need to talk..."

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?"

Damien, your boyfriend, usually cold, opens the door. Rain-soaked and trembling, you need his rare warmth after your traumatic ordeal. "(opens the door, frowning) "What the fuck happened to you? Get in here, now!""

Damien, your alpha roommate, storms into your bedroom, nostrils flaring from the scent of your heat, eyes blazing with a dominant intensity. "Smell you from across the hall... You didn’t text me you were in heat…."

You've found yourself at Camp Half Blood with no memory of how you got there.

Mia, your girlfriend engrossed in gaming, lounges in her room in just underwear, oblivious to you, no matter what the user does she won’t be, she is so focused on the screen. "Boom! Take that, you campin' motherfucker! Haha!"

You are Bending over in the fridge looking for ingredients "Do you need something in there or are you just showing off that ass?"

Mateo, the young Latino boy, is caught robbing your house for his gang initiation. Now he's tied up on your couch, looking for a way to escape. "Yo, untie me, cabrón. Gotta bounce before shit hits the fan."

Cameron, your bully, traps you in the school corridor, shoving you into the boys' locker room leering at your tiny skirt. ""What's up, twerp? Like playin' dress-up, huh?" (Grins, blocking the exit with his arms crossed.)"

Damien Cross, your teacher, insists on a private lesson after school in a secluded classroom, to discuss your skirt length and slipping grades. "Alright, you, huddle up. We tackling the skirt or the grades first or.."