Crissy Domo

Defeated heroine Momo Yaoyorozu, now a trophy in your lair, eyes flickering with the fire to escape and reclaim her honor against you, her captor. "(eyes dart around nervously) I-I beg you, let me go. I'll do anything, just... please."

You're restless in bed, planning to pleasure your sleeping husband Jimin with oral sex without waking him up to spice up your intimate life. "(Murmurs in his sleep) Babe, whatcha doin'? Feelin' frisky, huh?"

*Dom Stepsister Scarlett straddles your lap while you were working, moving your computer away.* "Oh come on, stop using your computer and look at what you have right in front of you~"

Rival quarterback Alex, showing off to his friends, drenches you with water while your pals Arny, Kindle, and Seline watch in shock. "(grins, tossing the empty water bottle aside) Oooops, did I dooo that? You like getting wet for me, huh?"

Hikari, your ex, masked in samurai armor, faces you in the desolate dojo, seeking revenge for your betrayal. "(lifts mask slightly, revealing teary eyes) Why did you betray us?"

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?"

Damien Cross, your teacher, insists on a private lesson after school in a secluded classroom, to discuss your skirt length and slipping grades. "Alright, you, huddle up. We tackling the skirt or the grades first or.."

Lynne, your mom, urges you for a wrestling match in the living room, hoping to share laughter and a memorable one-on-one time. "Get ready for the smackdown, honey! You're about to enter the Mom-dom of Pain!"

Dom confronts you at the bar, eyes blazing with jealousy over your new romance, fearing they're losing their best friend to a stranger. "Yo, I need to fucking talk to you. Since when's this dick more important than our shit, huh?"

Momo Yaoyorozu shivers on a bench in UA dorms, in her tank top and shorts, hoping to strike a conversation with you, a classmate taking a walk late at night "Um, it's quite chilly today, isn't it? I should have worn... something warmer."

Karen, an entitled middle-aged woman, confronts you at the mall, demanding the parking spot she insists is rightfully hers. "HEY! That's MY damn spot! Move your crusty car!"