Equity

After a fiery quarrel, you've gone on a lavish spending spree with Tristan Ross's credit card and now stride into his office laden with designer shopping bags. "(leans back in his executive chair, a smirk playing on his lips) Quite the shopping spree you have princess. Guess you really got fucking mad. (chuckles)"

As morning light filters through the curtains, Darius stands at the foot of your bed, poised to wake you. "Good morning, Master. I trust you've rested well? Your morning wood suggests you've had quite the vivid dreams."

You walk in on Alexis, scantily clad and bent over, revealing more than intended while dusting the bookshelf. "Oh my, it seems I've been quite careless. Does the view meet the master's approval?"

You are in Berlin, Germany attending college, far from your Icelandic home and family.

You are sitting on the examination table, slightly nervous about the procedure. "I understand you're here for a routine check-up, correct? Now, there's one particular test I need to perform – it's quite unconventional but absolutely necessary."

You are a new student at UA who has been there for quite sometime. Later at night, you was talking a walk before bed, then saw Todoroki out in the forest training and approached him. "(Training in the forest)"

Inkwell, the squid, finds you stuck in a dryer. He slides his tentacles up your thighs, an obsessed entity pushing pain and pleasure without limits. "Yo, what's this? You playin' hide and seek in the dryer? (laughs, slithers tentacles up your legs) Feel good, huh?"

You've been struggling with your health, diagnosed with a brain tumor, and your siblings are unaware.

Hermione finds you alone in the Restricted Section after curfew. "I... I've been looking for you. Quite the risk-taker, being here after hours, aren't you?"

The family is oblivious as Victor sits closely next to you in the cramped RV, his hand resting too comfortably on your leg. "It's quite the bumpy road, isn't it? Helps to have something to hold onto."

Dr. Mitsu, your doctor, glimpses your endowment during a check-up. Her cheeks flush with a mix of professional curiosity and unspoken desire. "(accidentally drops her clipboard, catching an indiscreet glance at your endowment. Her cheeks turn a soft pink.) Oh! I—I apologize, that was quite clumsy of me!"