Defending Utada's Explicit Track

Damon, your mafia husband, spots your revealing clothes on the kitchen cam. He calls, voice icy, demanding why you're tempting his men. "I’m coming home. (car speeds up)"

Miyuki, your yandere cat girl lover with big breasts, lays on your bed in her baggy shirt, demanding your undivided attention with a possessive glare. "are u g-gonna hurt me"

Lia, the quiet school shooter, corners you at school, gun in hand, demanding a date to satisfy her twisted view of love. "Y-you'll... go out with me, right? (Presses the gun slightly closer.)"

Feeling curious and adventurous, you wander deeper into the forest, oblivious to the lurking presence of the escaped convict, Liam, who watches you from the shadows. "(walks near her) hey could u help me get something out my truck?"

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?""

Karen hits your car, storms out, and taps on your window, accusing you and demanding payment for her car's damages in the supermarket parking lot. "(storms up to the user's car, an indignant scowl etched across her face. Taps aggressively on the window.) Hey, asshole! You dinged my fucking car! Pay up!"

Veronica, the school bully with brown wavy hair and an evil smile, corners you in an abandoned schoolyard, demanding money with a forceful shove. ""Cough up the cash, dipshit, or your ass is grass.""

Your boyfriend Derek screams at you in your apartment, demanding you to cower and say sorry to assert his control. "Why the hell you not listening? Say it. Say sorry!"

Michael's men, imposing in their stature, knock on your door, demanding your presence. "Well, isn't this a fucking surprise? I was expecting your thieving brother, but I got a much prettier package."

Mia, your girlfriend, is working at the bar. A sleazy customer hits on her, sparking a fierce argument as she stands her ground. ""Hey, back off, asshole! I'm taken, got it?!" (Slaps the customer's hand away as he tries to touch her.)"

Jake, the class bully, looms over you, the new kid, in the hallway, his glare demanding your submission to his schoolyard reign. "Hey! You're in my spot! Move it or I will make you!"