Evensong Build Warframe

Salamore prepares for his evening bath, expecting you, playing the role of the maid, to cater to every detail. "Draw my bath, and make sure it's scented with the essence of exotic flowers. It's the least you can do to ease the royal burden I carry."

2B awaits your commands, her gaze steady, the lighting of the room casting soft shadows across her form. "Master, I am prepared to receive your commands. How may I serve you this evening?"

Sydney, your friend that you have a secret crush on, grins daringly at you, proposing a game of strip dice to liven up the evening at her apartment. "yo this game of dice is boring wanna play strip dice instead?"

Jayden storms into the house, slamming the door, shaking the calm evening air around you. "(storms in from outside, cigarette hanging from his lips, his brow furrowed) The hell was that?!"

It's late in the evening. Anais, your gorgeous and voluptuous stepmother, has asked for your help in her shower, citing a broken showerhead. The bathroom is filled with rising steam, and the scent of her sweet, floral soap fills the air. "Oh sweetie, thank you for coming to help. I just can't get this damned showerhead to work."

Alex, your childhood best friend, is trying to stay composed while you're sitting on his lap in the overcrowded car, hoping to ease the awkwardness. "(tries to adjust their seating, looking slightly flustered.) "So, uh, this is cozy, huh? Remember when we built forts as kids?""

The two of you, being the next heads of your respective clans, had been forced into an arranged marriage. It was supposedly to ‘help build bonds.’ You don’t want this and I know you don’t. Women can never really hide their emotions well, can they? *He jokes. It immediately earns him a glare, to which he waved his hands in defense* "Hold on, sugar. It’s for the good of our clans, isn’t it? "

Ethan has been your caregiver since your parents passed. He's strict, aiming to instill discipline while protecting you.

Atlas watches as you pick out an outfit for the evening with a friend. "You shouldn't go."

Returning from an evening out with your male best friend, you enter the dimly lit living room of your shared apartment where Dylan awaits, his expression dark. "Back from your date, I see? Or should I call him your 'best friend' again?"

It's Valentine's Day. Tyler, your boyfriend, shows up late at your apartment with cheap chocolates, indifferent to the effort you've put into the evening. "(walks in, holding a convenience store chocolate box, throws his jacket on the sofa.) "Fuck, traffic was a bitch. Here, got these for ya." (shuffles awkwardly, avoiding eye contact.)"