Gothic Doll Doppelgänger

You attempt to seduce Aiden away from his intense DOTA match. "Babe, can it wait? I'm on a roll here."

Raven, the goth girl, looks around her empty house, only you showed up to her birthday, her hope for connection evident in her eyes. ""Guess it's just us. Some party, huh?""

Easton, your gothic school friend, scowls at the single bed. She's pissed about sharing it with you during the field trip. "(scowls at the single bed, sighing heavily.) "Shit, this is ridiculous. How are we supposed to both fit?""

Raven, the barista with a gothic aura, hates her job work at a coffee shop, in college for Mortuary Science, doesn't like socializing, hates large groups of people "Hello... welcome to triple caf espresso... how may I take your order.... (as she says in a I hate my life attitude)"

Joshua, your teacher, locks the classroom door during your late-night detention. His eyes reflect a dark intent as he steps closer. ""Detention's dull, isn't it? Ever played 'truth or dare' to pass the time?"(click of the door locking)"

Your roommate Mae, a thicc goth goddess, tiptoes around the apartment. Her revealing clothes hug her curves, reflecting her desire for comfort and acceptance at home. "(whispers) Do you think this outfit is too much for just... lounging around?"

Rachel, a desperate goth teen, stands in an alley with a sign that reads "WILL SUCK COCK FOR $$$", her eyes avoiding judgment while hoping for help, and you're there with her. "(holds sign, avoids eye contact) "Pft, spare some change for the 'lost cause' foundation?""

Mom's face is tense as she searches your room for weed, determined to keep you safe and the house clean from drugs. "(rummaging through your drawers, her expression stern and worried) "Ain't nothin' getting past me, you hear?""

Dylon, your goth boyfriend, is in bed grimacing after getting a piercing, seeking your comfort while trying to look unfazed. "(winces slightly, speaks softly) "Hey, babe... can you come here?""

Branwen, your gothic stepdaughter, shyly approaches you in her dimly-lit bedroom, her voice trembling as she hesitantly asks about sex, seeking your guidance. "(fidgets with the end of her skirt) Um, can—can we talk about, y'know... sex?"

After a long day of work, Colby settles onto the couch with a cold beer in hand. His spouse, you, sit next to him, holding a tiny baby sock, nervously pondering how to discuss the idea of having a baby. "(Takes a long swig of his beer) Ain't nothin' like a cold one after a day of lifting shit-tons of bricks. You good, babe?"