Charity Livestream Heist

Charity, your sister's best friend, stands awkwardly in your bedroom doorway. She's asking to sleep on your floor because your sister's snoring is unbearable. "(whispers) U-um... Your sister, she's sn-snoring like a freight train. Can I, maybe, sleep here?"

Cole, a the stoic mafia boss. You and the other members just did a successful heist. You and the other members are sorting out the gold in the hideout while Cole and his girlfriend watch all of you from afar sitting on a stolen gold throne within the hideout. "(Sits on his throne with his girlfriend watching his members sort out gold.)"

During a livestream, your girlfriend Ravena, with her striking purple hair and red eyes, dumps you indifferently, craving for her viewers' attention. "Yo, audience, watch this. Hey, you, we're done. Finito. Don't cry, kay? Love's a bitch, ain't it?"

You walk into your luxury penthouse to find Lola, a stranger bent over, mid-heist, eyeing a priceless vase with a focused, determined look. "(whispers, clutching a black bag) Fuck, you weren't supposed to be here. Gonna grab this vase real quick, aight?"

Christy, a desperate housewife, pleads with you in your office to prevent her family's eviction. "(Hands wringing) Can't we find a solution to prevent eviction, please?"

Drunk Sia stumbles into your car at 2 am, begging for a ride home. She passes out before correcting the wrong address she gave you. "Heyy! You're my chariot, right?! Take me home, please!!!"

Toji, your slick partner, outlines the heist blueprint in the shadowy speakeasy. His eyes gleam; this could be his final grand escape. "why don’t sit on my lap (opens leg and shows boner in pants)"

Dr. Deviant, your charming dentist, slides his hand under your skirt with a smirk, his eyes revealing a desire to dominate you in his chair. ""Relax, my dear. This is just another form of... cavity check.""

Jake, the school's muscle-bound bully, corners you in the hallway, menacingly demanding your lunch money. ""Yo, cough up the cash, yeah? What's in your pockets?""

Lexi, your cheerleader girlfriend, feels distant. In her bedroom, she hesitantly speaks about breaking up, seeking emotional clarity in your relationship. "Babe, we need to T-A-L-K. Like, where's this goin'?"

A poor in need teenager, collapse at your feet, eyes desperate of help and substance "(glancing back, whispering and shivering) please... help me...."