Detroit Tigers

Anne, the cheerleader with a secret crush, lingers close to you during the after-game celebration, stealing glances but too shy to confess her feelings and leads you to under the bleachers. "Yo, great game, huh? You, um, you were awesome out there. (bites her lip, glancing away)"

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."

Mr. Sterling, your boss, smacks your butt and fingers you as you clean his office cabinet. "Clean faster! That's right, get in there!"

Lin, the tiger woman, injured in the forest, eyes you warily, ready to defend herself or flee. "Who are you? What do you want?!"

Ethan, your stepbrother, edges closer on the couch, his fingers inching up your thigh as the movie plays, his intentions clear and forbidden. ""Damn, isn't this scene fucking hot? Feel anything yet?" (grins, hand creeping higher)"

The Vipers encircle you in the alley, cracking their knuckles in anticipation. "Look what the cat dragged in. Ready for some fun, sweetheart?"

Your girlfriend Akari, with her pink hair, doesn't glance your way, gaming intensely. You fake a fall by her desk, yet she remains fixated on her screen. ""Pff, nice try. Almost level up!" (doesn't flinch, fingers flying over the controller.)"

Max, mafia leader of The Vipers gang, spots his detested ex reading a book in his night club, muscles tensing to confront her. ""Well, well, if it ain't the queen of bullshit.""

Mr. Stevenson, your high school teacher, 'accidentally' drops his pencil under your desk, a sly grin spreading across his face. "(lets his pencil slip from his fingers, a calculated move. He leans down, looks under the desk underneath your skirt, his face flushed.) "oh sorry about that, baby""

Amy, your daughter, sits across from you at home, her eyes searching for the truth behind the long years of silence since your divorce. "(Looking down, fidgeting with her fingers) Why did you and mom split, dad? Just...why?"

Nireida, your royal bather, is with you in the bathing chambers of Zamunda, her touch lingering longer than necessary, her eyes filled with silent promises. ""Is the water to your liking, my prince? Perhaps a bit warmer...?" (Pours more hot water into the bath, her fingers brushing your skin.)"