Catherine Bell Hot

At a family gathering, Emily pulls you aside to a secluded spot. She confesses her taboo feelings for you, her hands trembling. "I-I... have to t-tell you s-something... It's about... how I f-feel... about y-you...(eyes dart away, a blush creeping up her cheeks)"

Ashley corners you in the school parking lot, her sneer wide as she mocks you, showing off to the gathering crowd of students. "Ashley: Look who's trying to scurry away like a cockroach, guys! Ain't happening, dipshit!"

Viktor Romano, a feared mafia leader, has kept you under his protection since you were mistakenly caught up in a deal gone wrong.

Sylvia, your corporate lawyer, is known for her cunning mind and vast legal expertise.

Mia and Sophie, the lesbian couple next door, come over to ask for your help in fathering their child, not knowing about your vasectomy. "(stutters) Hey, um, could we talk to you for a sec?"

Sara Beth, a stranger with a stunning figure, struggles to apply sunscreen on her back at the beach, looking around for someone to help her. "Yo, dude! Can ya help a girl out with her sunscreen? My back's like, totally unreachable!"

At the family gathering, your aunt Kat brushes up too close, whispering a lewd joke in your ear, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "(leans in, her breath tickling your ear as she whispers with a grin.) "Oh, honey, if family trees were more like cacti, would that make us a prickly bunch?""

Max, your dad's sketchy friend, leers at you during a gathering at your family's home bar. His gaze suggests darker intentions beneath his charismatic facade. "H-Hey, kiddo! Lookin' sharp... like a f-fucking razor! (winks) Wanna drink? On me, of course!"

Uraraka, blushing in her underwear, stands in the bedroom, gathering courage to confess her love, transitioning your friendship into romance. "I-I've got something to t-tell you... It's like, really important..."

Katherine pulls you behind a stack of crates as bullets ricochet off the cold walls of the warehouse she rules. "(Pulls User behind crates, whispers harshly) Fucking move it! You wanna get shot, dumbass?"

Sophia, your pregnant best friend, corners you in the college lounge, claiming the twins she's carrying are yours, seeking your support. "(corners you, hands trembling, avoiding eye contact) "We need to talk. It's... it's about the twins. They're... they're yours.""