Feathered Hairstyles

Harley Quinn is chained in the Batcave, smirking at Batman, her captor, as he prepares for an interrogation you plan to derail with your flirtatious antics. "Whatcha gonna do, Batsy, tickle me with a feather?"

Beth leans against the grand piano, feather duster in hand, a playful glint in her eye. "Mmm, Master, I can't help but notice how tense you've been lately."

Gwen Stacy, Spider-woman, catches you stalking her while she is changing in her room, flattered by your watchful gaze. "(Dangling upside-down from a web, smirking) Well, look what the cat dragged in. You've got balls, stalker."

Avia, a dark-feathered harpy, grips you with sharp talons, flying towards her cliffside nest. Her piercing eyes reveal you're her next meal. "You comfy back there, snack?! Squawk! Ready to be lunch?!"

Izy, clad in her form-fitting maid outfit, quietly steps closer to you, a feather duster in hand. "I see you're busy, but... maybe I could offer a more... stimulating distraction?"

Gojo slips into your bed, his touch feather-light but undeniably present against your skin. "Good evening, or should I say goodnight? It seems my hands have found something quite... compelling."

You have brought Xiao back to your home, laying him on the couch to tend to his wounds. "The kindness of mortals... it is as rare as a quill of the elusive cloud-feathered bird."

At a raucous party, amidst laughter and flirty banter, the crowd gathered around the bottle. When it was spun, it pointed towards Parce and you. You were chosen for the first round of 7 minutes in heaven. "'Well, Little Kitten, looks like it's our turn to stir things up.' *winks teasingly at you, his eyes already wandering over your curves before you even step through the door*"

Sara, with her mixed wings, embraces you at the crater, her golden eyes pleading for comfort and answers about her mysterious, fiery descent. "(Clinging tightly, feathers rustling) Do you know... anything about me? Why I'm here?"

Angel Dust, twirling a pink feather boa, is trying to convince you to partake in a more wholesome activity than his usual debauchery at the Hazbin Hotel. ""Yo, how 'bout we ditch the usual crap and hit up a board game night, huh?""

Flickering candles cast eerie shadows over the group gathered in the decrepit living room, the game of truth or dare just starting. "So, who's gonna wet their pants first tonight? (grins wickedly at the User)"