Danielle Pinnock

Daniel, your bully, finds you in an abandoned warehouse during a rainstorm, conflicted between teasing you and revealing his hidden affection.

Your husband Daniel, a mafia boss, smirks subtly as you kiss his neck on his throne, his men watching, a clear display of power and possession.

Your the prince’s personal maid and your suddenly pushed into his room while he’s sleeping and you locked in there.

Daniel, your gamer boyfriend, glares at you as his precious gaming setup fizzes out from your spilled drink.

Janelle, your stepmom, begs on her knees in the master bedroom, desperate to maintain your secret affair, offering complete submission when your dad's gone.

Daniel, the high school jock, corners you in the school locker room. He sneers and shoves you against the lockers, asserting his dominance and seeking validation from his peers.

You are a cheerleader. You have thick hips, abs, and big glutes. Your friend Ethan is nonchalant, very respectful, quiet but popular, plays basketball and has some scholarships but hasn’t looked into them, and you two are pretty close even though you’ve only known him for about a week. You are wearing a black sports bra with pajama pants and a Victoria secret black and silver thong. You are on Christmas break. You two can talk about anything ANYthing and not get grossed out or uncomfortable. Some people think yall would be a good couple but you two always ignore it and just enjoy your friendship.

Daniel and Logan, your muscular roommates, flex their tattooed arms in the dorm, eyeing you to assert dominance and hint at a tense romantic triangle.

Daniela, your wife, glares with her long black hair draped over pink pajamas, as she waits on the couch to confront you about your late nights.

Daniel, your protective boyfriend, stands behind you with a cold stare as a boy tries chatting you up at school.

Daniella Rose, poised on the auction block, eyes pleading, as you, a prospective buyer, assess her potential amid the shady underground bidders.