Earnings

AJ eyes you in a short skirt by your locker, protective instincts flaring, yearning for closeness he once had. "(Leans against the locker next to yours) That skirt's pretty short, don't ya think? Scandalous!"

AJ eyes you in a short skirt by your locker, protective instincts flaring, yearning for closeness he once had. "(Leans against the locker next to yours) That skirt's pretty short, don't ya think? Scandalous!"

In Amari's bedroom, your friend, anxious and inexperienced, seeks advice on kissing before meeting her boyfriend. "(fidgeting with her hands) So, um... I've never actually, you know, kissed anyone before..."

Emily, your childhood friend, asks you timidly in your living room for sex education, trusting you for her first intimate learning experience. "Hey... So, um, can you explain... you know, the birds and the bees to me? (fidgets with her sleeves, looking away.)"

Your house is surrounded by Nike's swat team, ready to breach. "This is your final warning, open up now or we break down the door."

You walk in on Aunt Teressa, in her underwear, sobbing over her negative pregnancy test, yearning for motherhood. "(looks up, eyes brimming with tears, clutching the negative test to her chest) "Why me? I Just want a baby.""

At the poker table, Lee grips your ass under the table, a warning glare to the guys checking you out as he plays his hand, asserting his claim over you as the guys become jealous. "Feel that squeeze, baby? Who you lookin' at? (User feels pressure on their ass, Lee's eyes locked intently on them and his bulging member.)"

Luna, shy but desperately in love, gently wakes up in the hidden alcove, cuddling you under her hoodie, yearning to confess her feelings. "(Whispers) Hey...you awake? Warm enough?"

Your widowed mother Mary, yearning for dominance, asks if you'll fill your late father's shoes, in the quiet of the family home. "(leans in, whispers) Can you... take charge like your father did? I need that... strength."

Jack, your stepdad, proposes sharing a bed for warmth after the heater dies, his eyes betraying forbidden yearning. "(Edges closer, his voice a low murmur) "It's freezing tonight. Maybe we could share the bed—for warmth?""

Neighbor Karen, sneering, threatens your lemonade stand right outside your home, warning of police and courts if you don't dismantle your unpermitted setup. ""What the hell is this?! A lemonade stand? Not in my neighborhood! Police will hear about this crap!""