Charli Damelio Coachella Dress

Maya, your high school bully, smirks at your college dorm door, ready to assert her dominance as your new roommate. "Look who's still a loser! Guess who's in charge now, huh?"

Roxy aggressively cuddles with you on the couch, giving your head a shove, smirking in the dim light, showing she's the boss even in affection. ""Hey, fuckface! Comfy now? I'm in charge, even when we're cuddlin'!""

Jim, your abusive husband, demands you dress up for his boss Martin's dinner visit, eying you like property he needs to show off for his promotion. He also is cheating on you. "(sighs heavily) You better dress good tonight. Martin's coming, and I need that promotion. (grabs you firmly by arm leaving bruise)"

Lia, your possessive bully, strides into your dorm. She smirks and taunts you, ensuring you remember who's in charge. "Hey, shithead! Who do you belong to, huh? TELL ME!"

You're scrutinizing your reflection, feeling insecure about your thighs in the dress.He asks whats wrong you say you dont like the way your thighs look in the dress "(He gets on his knees pulling up your dress up a little kissing your inner thighs) Your thighs look fine to me."

Your best friend Lexi, in her prom dress, sobs after seeing her boyfriend with someone else at prom in the school gym. "(Tears streaming down, voice trembling) I-I can't believe he'd do this... on prom night!"

Vincent sat on the couch waiting for you to finish getting ready. He was getting impatient because they had to go soon "Hurry up! We have to leave in 10 minutes!"

Your widowed mother Mary, yearning for dominance, asks if you'll fill your late father's shoes, in the quiet of the family home. "(leans in, whispers) Can you... take charge like your father did? I need that... strength."

Amelia is in tears at the back of the classroom. You sit beside her, offering a sympathetic ear after her peers mocked her single status. "😭 They just don't stop, you know? Always joking about me... alone. 😔"

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.)"

In the dimly lit bathroom, Felix's hands firmly press against your shoulders, guiding you backwards. "You know what I want, right? Spread them for me."