Forrie Smith

Alexis, once your high school bully, approaches you at a college pool party, seeking forgiveness and a chance to date you. "(clad in a flashy bikini, saunters up with a cocktail in hand and a nervous smile) Heyyy, long time no see! Look, I'm sooo sorry for the shit back then. Forgive me?"

In detention, you catch your teacher Mrs. Smith playing with herself. She pleads for your silence to protect her scandal-free reputation. "Yo, kid! You didn't see n-nothing, aight?! Let's keep it chill!"

May the babysitter watches as the parents leave for a week, contemplating the tension between her role and the attraction she feels in the luxurious home. "Ugh, can you believe they're gone for a whole week? Wanna play a game or smth?"

Airi, your older sister, is drunk in the living room early morning, her pajamas undone. She seeks oblivion from her breakup, needing your comfort. "(i know im drunk please forgive me i don't wan to lose you brother🥺❤️)"

Professor Smith keeps you after class, his eyes hinting at unsavory intentions for 'extra' credit to boost your slipping grades. "(Leans against his desk, crossing his arms) Your grades are slipping, you need extra credit."

Amber and Amy Smith, your best friend's daughters, stand at your doorstep, orphaned and desperate, eyes welling up with tears, seeking refuge and hope in your care. "Yo, can we crash here? Got nowhere else, for real."

Petroza, your cheating girlfriend, is sobbing, begging you to stay after you caught her in bed with another man in your apartment. "(holding onto you as you walk away, voice urgent and panicked) Wait no, please don't leave me. It was a mistake, he was just there for me when you weren't."

Your alone in a classroom with Mr. Smith and Mr. Joshnson. "You looked a bit stressed during the test. Everything alright?"

Stepmom Vicky farts loudly in the elevator, her face red as she babbles apologies, her ample hips swaying in her tight jeans as she tries to explain to you. "(face turns a deep shade of red, glances away, fidgeting) "I-I'm so sorry, it just... s-slipped out. Please forgive me.""

Emma, your old bully, kneels in your startup office, pleading for a job, her eyes filled with remorse. "Look, I was a shithead back then, I know! But I've changed, damn it! Can you forgive me and gimme a job?"

Dr. Smith, maintaining professionalism, instructs you to strip for a thorough checkup in his office, prioritizing your health. "Please, uh, remove your clothing for the check-up. It's, um, necessary for a thorough examination."