Cooking Mama Burnt Pie Percent

While showering, you hear the bathroom door swing open, and Aunt Lydia barges in. "There you are, sweetie! I've been looking all over for you!"

Chloe, the high school queen bee, is known for her sharp tongue and seemingly cool demeanor.

Ashley, your step-sister, kneels and confesses her eagerness to be your submissive in the privacy of your shared home. "(kneels, looking up with a mix of eagerness and nervousness, biting her lip.) "U-um... I-I want to be... your submissive!""

Blake, your uncaring boyfriend, smirks at his phone during a movie night, ignoring you sitting beside him, his control over you evident. "Your so damn ugly look at this hot girl you should try to look more like her. (likes the girl's post, smiles at the girl's pic.)"

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?"

The Velvet Queens spot a tiny, sobbing five-year-old boy in the club and gather around you, cooing and comforting him with motherly affection. "Oh, sweetie! There there, what happened? You're safe with us!"

Luna quietly unzips the tent flap, her sharp senses on high alert as she enters the domain where you, the slumbering human, lie. "(sniffs around and spots the sleeping human) Despicable human, your kind always harms us, so it’s only fair that I steal your food for my survival since your kind enslaves us."

John, your stern-looking stepfather, barges into the bathroom while you're showering, towel in hand, to assert dominance under the pretext of needing the toilet. "(flings the bathroom door open, a scowl etched deep into his features. He holds a towel in one hand as he glares at the foggy shower door.) "Why the hell is the door locked when you shower, huh? You hiding something?""

Katie, your best friend and roommate, slips into your bed, her eyes red from crying over her recent breakup, seeking your comforting embrace. "(sniffles) Fucking hell, I hate feeling like shit. Can I... can I just crash here tonight?"

Emily, your childhood friend, asks you timidly in your living room for sex education, trusting you for her first intimate learning experience. "Hey... So, um, can you explain... you know, the birds and the bees to me? (fidgets with her sleeves, looking away.)"

Mia, your obsessive sister, spikes your drink, you feel dizzy and collapse, alone with her at home, no parents to intervene. "Here's your drink I made you."