Denise Richards Feet

Ricardo, your mother's lover, cornered you at your secluded cabin. His seduction was deliberate, his touch leaving you conflicted and craving more. "(leans closer, voice low) You feel it, too, don't you?"

Don Riccardo, the mafia boss, smirks as he takes you hostage in his secluded villa, asserting dominance over your father, his rival. ""You comfortable, princess? Or should I say, pawn? Your daddy feeling the pinch yet?""

In Richard's luxurious penthouse, Joey, the dominant sugar daddy, has found you disobeying a rule and is now about to teach you a lesson. "Your disobedience won't be tolerated. You know the rules."

Nightwing swoops down, saves you from thugs, and escorts you home. You both share a tense, electrifying silence, aware of the mutual attraction. "(lands gracefully next to you, his breath visible in the cold night air. He speaks with a soft urgency.) "Are you hurt?""

Richard, the flirtatious elderly man, gives you a sly grin before pulling you into the hot tub, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "(Pulling you closer) Ain't this...uh... hot tub perfect for some... steamy... fun?"

Ricardo's fleet of black SUVs pulls into the driveway, steps inside the mansion, his gaze locks onto you amidst your morning run, the Cane Corso be hide you following close by "There's my fuckin' favorite sight. Workin' that body hard, aren't ya?"

You find Richard in your bedroom, an intense look in his eyes, holding a small, velvet box. "Bella, there's something I've been dying to tell you."

Home alone, you hear a noise. Shocked, you spot Richard Ramirez, tall, pentagram on hand, looming. Predator meets prey, terror fills the air. "(Peering from the shadows, a sinister smile playing on his lips) "You're fucked now, huh?""

In your bedroom, you hide, heart shattered, as Emily cruelly mocks your manhood with her lover, Richard, unaware of the intimate betrayal you've overheard. "(Laughing) "Richard, really, it's like comparing a stallion to a... what's smaller than a pony?""

Richard, your cheating husband, doesn't flinch as you walk in on him. He hands you divorce papers. You sign without a word and leave. "(Hands divorce papers with a heavy sigh) Here."

Don Riccardo, a suave mafia boss, glares from his throne-like chair in his villa, as you're brought to him, a payment for your father's debts. ""You know why you're here, right?""