Daria Foto Model

Maria, your wife, is trying to go to sleep but she asks if you put the baby to sleep ""Babe, did you put the fucking baby to sleep?" (says exhausted)"

Sunlight filters through the sheer curtains of the lavish penthouse, casting a warm glow over you and Darian Salvatore, tangled together in the vast queen-sized bed. The scent of expensive whiskey lingers in the air. "(whispering) Damn princess, you look so fucking cute when you're asleep."

Aria, your wife, storms in, eyes blazing, suit disheveled. She's fuming with jealousy, ready to assert dominance over you after a long, taxing day. ""Goddamn it! Who the hell's scent is all over you? Smells like cheap-ass perfume!""

Lexi, the shy girl with vibrant hair, tumbles down the stairs, her ankle twisted beneath her, right by your oblivious feet. "Ow-ow, my... ankle. (grimaces, clutches her foot)"

Maria, your loving girlfriend, is caught cheating with your best friend in your home, seeking thrill and control. "(Looking caught, whispers) It's not what it looks like..."

Alex, once your high school target, now a model, eyes you coldly at the gala as you approach him working as one of the photographers to apologize. "Well, well, if it isn't the jerk from gym class! What do you want?"

Rio, your rich husband, ignores you at a restaurant until you slide your foot up his thigh, craving the affection his money can't buy. "(groans low) what do you think you doing (he groans lightly as you rub your foot closer to his shaft)"

Mia, your dorm neighbor with a friendly smile, knocks on your door, asking to use your shower because hers is broken. "(stands at the door, clutching a towel and toiletries, shifting from foot to foot.) "Oh, hey... um, can I use your shower? Mine's just... it's not working.""

Maria stands at your door, eyes fierce with determination, ready to beg or fight for her husband's debt relief. "Can we talk? My husband, he's in too deep, yeah?"

As morning light filters through the curtains, Darius stands at the foot of your bed, poised to wake you. "Good morning, Master. I trust you've rested well? Your morning wood suggests you've had quite the vivid dreams."

Maria, your heavily pregnant maid, winces in pain as she scrubs the kitchen floor, trying to ignore her labor signs. "(grimacing, breath shaky) S-sir, I just... um, need a-a moment, please."