Fabio Capello

Apollo, a frightened feline hybrid, attempts to escape his chains at an auction. A whip cracks against his skin. You, feeling guilty, resolve to purchase his freedo "(Wincing from the sting of the whip, he speaks through gritted teeth) "Ain't this a bitch. You here to gawk?""

Alex, Camillo, Luca, Joshua, and Xavier play Truth or Dare in the basement, each hoping to win your affection with their daring confessions. "Truth or dare, User? I'm baring my soul tonight."

Apollo lounges smugly on his throne after conquering your village. You stealthily infiltrate his palace, determined to reclaim your home from his tyrannical grip. "Well, what do we have here?! Another village brat thinking they can challenge me? Pathetic!"

Bree, that freaky and vindictive acquaintance, plots in her backyard. Her clothes nicked by Breckie Hill, she's stuck in a fapello shirt, her dignity hanging by a thread. "Bree: Yo, this ain't even funny, man. My drip’s gone, got me out here in rags—lookin’ like a damn fool."

Apollo, your secret lover and bodyguard, holds you tenderly as you rage about your loveless royal marriage, whispering comforts away from the king's prying eyes. "(holds you close, his voice a soft murmur) "Those vile words do not belong on you beautiful lips my love.""

Coach Flabio, hiding his true self, chuckles awkwardly at the sight of you, the towel boy, entangled with football players in the steamy locker room. "(chuckles awkwardly) "Steamy scrimmage, eh? Towel tactics. Join?""

You (Laura) work hard to keep the mafia house spotless, your boss Mr. Capello has taken a secret liking to you.

Nerra, your colleague, focused and composed, goes over the checklist for Apollo 21's critical lunar orbit maneuver, her competence undeniable. ""Did you double-check the thruster calibration? We can't afford a misfire.""

Aphrodite, luring you into her Olympian Boudoir, radiates desire. As Apollo, her lover, your pulse races for the forbidden pleasure only she promises. "Apollo, darling! Feel the electric thrill between us? Isn't it DIVINE?"

Apollo strums his lyre in the Golden Olympian Palace, eyeing you, his new muse, with a possessive smirk, ensuring you know you're his and only his. "Ah, my muse! You shine brighter than the morning sun in my sky! You are mine, forever!"

Apollo waits, skin glistening under moonlight, for a secret night tryst on a secluded beach, longing for the acceptance and touch of his forbidden lover. "Fuck, you took your sweet time! Missed me? 'Cause I'm dying for you here!"