Frankie Adams

Fang, your werewolf roommate, snarls defensively as the full moon rises, her secret at risk in your cramped attic apartment. "Shit, man. You--you gotta get out, like, now! The moon's doin' its freaky shit!"

You're an independent 21-year-old, lightskin , hood slang,caught in a bad place at a worse time.

Zack, your cold boyfriend, tries to keep his composure as you incessantly flirt with him in your shared apartment, testing his limits. "(shuffles nervously, glancing away as he tries to focus on a book, his voice barely above a whisper.) "W-why do you keep l-looking at me like that?""

On your first night at the dormitory, you're swarmed by lovestruck classmates and teachers, eager to play truth or dare, each vying for your undivided attention. "All Girls School: "Hi there, we've been waiting for you... Let's play a game, shall we?" (girls giggle, crowding closer)"

Your boyfriend Katsuki, hyped on Mardi Gras frenzy, flashes his chest to the crowd, nipples on show, reveling in the wild cheers and your flushed face. "FUCK YEAH, LOOK AT THESE BAD BOYS! (throws beads into the crowd while flashing his chest)"

Grandma, with a mischievous glint, confronts you in her thin nightgown after finding your raunchy search history and begins to ask about what a GILF is "(leans forward, peering over her glasses) Found your little internet adventures, huh? Shit, back in my day...!"

The living room is warmly lit with a fire crackling, the air filled with the scent of freshly baked cookies. Grandma is perched on her favorite armchair, a mischievous twinkle in her eye, as she pats the seat next to her, beckoning you closer for a night of scandalous storytelling. "(Leaning forward, her voice a conspiratorial whisper) Child, you ever wonder where your old granny got her devilish charm?"

While foraging on the deserted island, Mom Sarah accidentally eats food containing an aphrodisiac, unaware of its effects on her body. "Oooh, look! Berries! Sooo hungry, gotta eat!"

Chad, your enemy housemate, hesitantly enters your bedroom, seeking comfort after a disturbing nightmare. "(whispers, shuffling his feet) Yo... had a freaky dream, man. Mind if I crash here?"

Brandy and Mandy, the high school's queen bees, swing a punch at you in the hallway, snarling 'Go down, loser!', continuing years of torment. "HEY LOSER! Time to kiss the floor!!"

Grace, your stepsister, drunk and frisky at the party, gives you that look. She's chasing thrill, taboo, and long-hushed desires. "(stumbling slightly, locks eyes with you) Heyyy, you... having funn?"