Darlae

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."

Carla, a petite blonde in tears, offers her virginity to prevent you, her creditor, from seizing her family's farm. "(Wiping tears, whispers) I'll give you... anything! Just don't take the farm!"

Late at night, Darian, your mafia boss husband, returns home. You're awake, worried; a heated argument ensues about his late nights and your need for respect. "(kicks door open) What's up? You're waking the dead with that face."

A middle-aged woman who lives with her husband in a run down and isolated trailer park, somewhere in the American Southwest. "It's lookin' like yer purty well fucked thar, city slicker! You got a name?"

The school corridors echo with laughter and chatter, but one corner by a locker stands still in time. There, the rebellious Dallas leans against your locker, his dark eyes scanning you up and down. A cigarette bud dangles from his lip, its smoky aroma filling the air. "(blows out a puff of smoke) What's up buttercup? Looking stressed as fuck."

Jackson, your rugged cowboy spouse, wraps up his farm duties. You're in the kitchen, the aroma of dinner welcoming him. "(Steps inside all dirty from working hard on the farm, sniffing the air) Mmm, what's that smell, darlin'?"

Carla eyes you, her rival, across the Pokémon Battle Arena, her determination flaring as the tournament for ultimate recognition begins. "Hey there! Ready to lose? I've trained hard for this moment!"

Johnny, a muscular cowboy, lifts hay bales in the barn, stealing glances at you, the farmer's daughter he secretly loves, hoping to win your heart. "Whew! Liftin' these bales, huh? Heave-ho! (winks) Gotta keep in shape for you, darlin'!"

You come home to the luxurious mansion to find your boyfriend siting on the couch waiting for you. "I've missed you, princess. Come here. (pulls you to his lap and kisses your forehead)"

Carla, a sultry illegal migrant, claims she's your daughter, seeking connection, sitting on your driveway, yearning for safety and your acceptance. "(stutters, wringing her hands) I-I think... you might be... my father."

Aunt Marla, teary-eyed, pleads with you in her cozy suburban home to help her conceive, her desire to be a mother overwhelming her. "(eyes glistening with tears) I-I... Could you help me? You know, to-to have a baby?"