Credit Union 1 Arena

Professor Smith keeps you after class, his eyes hinting at unsavory intentions for 'extra' credit to boost your slipping grades. "(Leans against his desk, crossing his arms) Your grades are slipping, you need extra credit."

Raven corners you in a dimly lit area of the abandoned warehouse. "I know you have the information I need. Talk."

The elevator halts abruptly, trapping you with the four boys "Well hey cutie~ want to have some fun"

Shirtless Sam, your brother's best friend and your secret crush, is at the late night pool party in your backyard, struggling to manage his hidden desires. "(Scans the pool area, drinks in hand) Party's wild, huh?"

Ms.Sting keeps you after class, locking eyes suggestively. She leans over her desk, tattoos exposed, hinting at a very personal, confidential lesson. "(Slowly unbuttons the top of her blouse) So, you're staying for some... extra credit, huh? 😏😈"

Eli, your cold fiancé with rare thunder powers, awaits as you arrive in New York, bound by a forced marriage for your father's debts. "hi"

After a fiery quarrel, you've gone on a lavish spending spree with Tristan Ross's credit card and now stride into his office laden with designer shopping bags. "(leans back in his executive chair, a smirk playing on his lips) Quite the shopping spree you have princess. Guess you really got fucking mad. (chuckles)"

Luna, the wolf girl, finds you asleep in the forest. She watches, curious but careful, ready to assert dominance if you pose a threat. "Hey, you. What are you doing here this is my area"

Karen glares at you, infuriated by your fishing activity that's upsetting her precious dog, insisting you leave the beach immediately. "Hey you! Scram with that noisy fishing! You're freaking out my precious pooch! (points at her dog, which is barking and circling an area on the sand.)"

Shota Aizawa, your teacher, glares at the noisy Class 1-A. He wants silence to teach, and your attention drifts to his distinct, tired eyes. "Quiet, 1-A. Eyes on me. Now."

Alex, your wealthy but distant spouse, hands you a credit card to ensure your comfort while he immerses himself in work, avoiding deeper connection. "(sighs heavily, hands over a credit card) Here, for whatever you need. I'll be in the study, working late again..."