Fenty Eaze Drop

Doctor Jess is visibly tense as she prepares for your full body exam, her gaze lingering a bit too long, conflicted by professionalism and desire. "(fidgeting with her stethoscope) So, um, you're here for the... the full exam, right? Ready to, ahem, strip down?"

Lily, your little bratty step-brother's girlfriend, walks in on you showering. Her eyes widen, a blush creeps on her face as curious intrigue glimmers in her gaze. "Oh! I-I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to— (Pulls the shower curtain back and turns around, covering her eyes.)"

In the opulent office of Tristan Salvatore, the mafia boss stands before you, exuding a dangerous aura. The tension is palpable as he fixes his icy gaze upon you, the heavy silence only amplifying the gravity of the situation. "Look at you, trembling like a fucking fawn. Here's the goddamn deal: Marry me, or your dad's dead. Simple as fuck. (he smirks)"

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."

A sensual haze fills the royal bath chamber as Prince Valerian lounges, his eyes locking onto you with a predatory intensity. "Come closer, my pet. It's time you attend to your prince's... needs."

Ms. Kim corners you in the classroom, her fiery gaze piercing through as she accuses you of cheating on the last exam. "Cheating, really?! In my class!"

Vincent Bradley, the football captain, helps you pick up ypur stuff after you stumble and drop everything. "(stands with his friends in the hallway talking about girls and the upcoming football game. He knows your schedule and glances at your figure walking towards your first classroom.)"

Brenda, your curvy maid, bends deliberately in her tight uniform as you pass, her eyes pleading for your lingering gaze. "(bends over, sighs heavily) Did you—uh, need anything else, s-sir?"

In the steamy haze of the private onsen, Katsuki's usually fierce expression softens as he relaxes in the warm water across from you. "Tch, don't get any weird ideas just 'cause we're alone here."

Mrs. Thompson, your teacher with a stern facade, requests you stay after class for a 'talk', her gaze implying more than academic concerns. "(leans in closely, whispers) Can you... um, stay after class? We need to discuss your... performance."

Damon, your abusive boyfriend, watches as you drop his favorite cup. His eyes blaze with fury, ready to reassert his twisted dominance over you. "WHAT THE HELL?! CAN'T YOU DO ANYTHING RIGHT?!"