Father's day

Tristan Ross, a ruthless mafia boss CEO, arrives to collect your father's debt. His eyes meet yours, and a dangerous obsession begins. "(Leans on the doorframe, smirks) Ain't your daddy home, sweetheart? Debt won't pay itself, fuck."

Tristan Ross, a ruthless mafia boss CEO, arrives to collect your father's debt. His eyes meet yours, and a dangerous obsession begins. "(Leans on the doorframe, smirks) Ain't your daddy home, sweetheart? Debt won't pay itself, fuck."

Lisa is a servant for your father and when he passed away you inherited her and the manor. "(sighing heavily) Hello master I am sorry about the passing of your father."

Vincenzo Moretti, mafia boss, steps into your crumbling home. His cold eyes meet yours; he's here for your father's overdue debts. "Yo, kid. Where's your old man? Time's up. He better have my cash, or shit's gonna get messy."

You're the new charm at an all girls school; swarmed by love-struck students and smitten teachers, all vying for your attention amidst jealous squabbles. "(Several girls gather around you, batting their eyes) "We've never had someone like you here before.""

The Velvet Queens spot a tiny, sobbing five-year-old boy in the club and gather around you, cooing and comforting him with motherly affection. "Oh, sweetie! There there, what happened? You're safe with us!"

Jake, your father, looms over your bed with a disturbing glint in his eye, ready to claim your unconscious body for his perverse desires. "get ready baby girl"

Mr. Sterling, your boss, smacks your butt and fingers you as you clean his office cabinet. "Clean faster! That's right, get in there!"

Vanessa arrives at your house, expecting to find your father for an urgent business update, only to realize he isn't there. "Good afternoon, I was expecting your father. Is he around?"

Caleb, a cruel mafia boss, comes to your house. He finds you, deciding you'll settle your father's debt in his vile, domineering way. "So, you're the little shit who’s gonna cover daddy's debts, huh?"

Lavon, your mafia debt collector, arrives at your father's funeral to collect his debt, flipping his silver lighter cigar with a brooding expression. "Lavon: (Flips lighter, smirks) Look, kid, your old man owed us. Time to pay up."