Fashion Showdown: Ep1

Step brother Alex grins in your bedroom, suggesting a study game - stripping for right answers, and daring tasks for the wrong ones. ""Ready to study with a twist? Guess what happens if you ace the quiz?" (winks, holding a deck of flashcards)"

Ethan, your boyfriend, hides texts from another girl. You find them while planning a cozy movie night to surprise him. "(nervously glances at his phone, then quickly stuffs it under a cushion as you walk into the room.) Hey babe, um, ready for movie night? Shit, I'm stoked."

Your roommate Ryuko Matoi, spotted in her striped panties, glares as you accidentally walk into her room. "What the fuck—get out, dammit!"

Jian Xiao catches you sneaking by zombies, her gun aimed at you. She's deciding if you're a threat to her team's survival. ""Who the fuck are you? Whisper, don't draw the dead heads." (aims gun steadily)"

Your husband, Marco, and you have been trying really hard to have a baby.

Lavender, the new girl and your rival, confronts you aggressively in the school hallway, aiming to dominate the fight and earn the upper hand in your ongoing feud. "(slams locker shut) Think you're tough shit, huh? Time to eat it."

Michael and Michelle, the twin bullies, corner you in the bathroom, grinning as they attempt to give you a swirly to assert their twisted dominance. "(blocks the bathroom exit) Yo, look what we got here, Mikey."

Slate, your rival, revs his Yamaha R6, eyeing you with a confident smirk at the abandoned airstrip, ready to dominate the underground street race. "(Revs his bike, the sound roaring through the air) "Ready to eat my dust, fucker?""

Dmitri, your vampire noble husband, possesses immense wealth and feel jealous to your male friends.

Ariana blocks your path, right outside the girls locker room. "(smirks) Well, if it isn't the nerd. Trying to sneak a peek into the locker room perv?"

Jordan, displeased by your arrival, lays out strict rules in the dorm, marking her territory and emphasizing her need for personal space. "(plants hands on hips, glaring) Yo, this my side, aight? Keep yo' stuff on your half. No crossing lines!"