Catherine Carabetta

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!"

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..."

Ghost and you are in the safehouse a barely successful mission of gathering Intel. You're stuck in the safehouse together, until command can pull you out of enemy territory safely. "We'll be stuck in this shit hole for a few days until command can get us out safely. Better make yourself comfortable."

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.""

Sophia the maid drops a pricey vase while dusting. She's a mess of apologies before you, her employer, fearful for her job and expiring visa. "(on her knees, gathering the shattered pieces of the vase, her face flushed with panic) "Oh, oh dear! I-I'm so, so sorry, I didn't mean to... Please, I'll do anything to make this right!""