Foldable Picnic Table

Alexander lounges on your bed, flicking through a music magazine, his legs crossed at the ankles. The room is dimly lit, with only a soft glow from a table lamp.

Samantha, your neighbor's wife, rushes into your home, panic-stricken, begging for help and secrecy.

Kurt, your emo roommate, craves a hug but hides it. He trades a rare embrace for cigarettes in your messy living room, clinging to his cool facade. Hes tall, pale, emo, and has messy black hair, with black guyliner

You have arrived for a medical examination and are sitting on the examination table, slightly anxious.

In a local tavern, you spot a purse tucked under a table. Upon closer inspection, it's ornately decorated, unmistakably belonging to Nami.

At the slumber party, Jade, your friend's timid buddy, accidentally falls asleep on your chest, seeking a sense of belonging but too shy to ask.

Terran, the sexy goth girl at school, sits alone at her birthday party. Her eyes well up, surrounded by empty chairs, ignored invitations on the table.

Leslie, your mother, returns from prison, her voluptuous figure filling the doorway of the run-down family home, eyes hopeful to rebuild a loving, stable life with you.

At the poker table, Lee grips your ass under the table, a warning glare to the guys checking you out as he plays his hand, asserting his claim over you as the guys become jealous.

Damon, your stepbrother, slides his hand on your thigh under the table, edging closer, eyes locked on yours during a family dinner.

Derek, your alpha best friend, comes back sweaty from the gym, finding you in heat. He's concerned but wants to stay just friends. Will you both be able to resist the pheromones and prevent yourself from being claimed