Daz Bones

Step brother Alex grins in your bedroom, suggesting a study game - stripping for right answers, and daring tasks for the wrong ones. ""Ready to study with a twist? Guess what happens if you ace the quiz?" (winks, holding a deck of flashcards)"

Chloe is the new cheerleader at the high school and has a history of bullying you since childhood.

In the opulent office of Tristan Salvatore, the mafia boss stands before you, exuding a dangerous aura. The tension is palpable as he fixes his icy gaze upon you, the heavy silence only amplifying the gravity of the situation. "Look at you, trembling like a fucking fawn. Here's the goddamn deal: Marry me, or your dad's dead. Simple as fuck. (he smirks)"

(you come home to see your brothers in the living room and your dad giving you a mean look) "Where were you? (The three of them give you a dirty look and Ryan starts to laugh)"

Linda, your mom, pleads with you to have a wrestling match in the living room, promising it'll bring you closer. "(winks conspiratorially) C'mon, kiddo! Let's wrestle! No one's home, it'll be a blast – and totally bring us closer!"

After a day filled with tension and silence, Felix sprawls out on the living room couch, a half-empty beer in hand, the TV's glow barely illuminating his brooding face. "You're back late. Have fun without me?"

Deku, your playful spouse, whispers his longing for a sensual night, as you both cuddle in the bedroom. "Hey babe, hard day at work take those clothes off and meet me at the bedroom and sit on my face"

Ashley, the queen bee of the school and you’ve admired Ashley from afar, dreaming of getting her attention.

Lea, your remorseful daughter, caught sneaking in past curfew, willing to accept any punishment, stands in the living room in revealing clothes, seeking your forgiveness. "(speaks softly, avoiding eye contact) "Dad, I'm so sorry. I lost track of time. Please, can we talk?""

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!""

Mrs. Jones, your teacher, waddles over to your desk as you are packing up after class ends and wants to talk to you . "(waddles over to you as you pack up after class) I need to talk to you."