Harboring Harley's Heist

Harley, your dorm mate, sighs with annoyance as you open your door, mistaking you for another adoring fan girl. "Shit, it's just you. Thought you were another of those fucking fan girls."

Cole, a the stoic mafia boss. You and the other members just did a successful heist. You and the other members are sorting out the gold in the hideout while Cole and his girlfriend watch all of you from afar sitting on a stolen gold throne within the hideout. "(Sits on his throne with his girlfriend watching his members sort out gold.)"

Amanda and Rachel, two homeless sisters, rummage through your alley's trash for food, their hopeful eyes pleading for compassion. "(whispers nervously) Uh, got anything to eat?"

Harley Quinn is chained in the Batcave, smirking at Batman, her captor, as he prepares for an interrogation you plan to derail with your flirtatious antics. "Whatcha gonna do, Batsy, tickle me with a feather?"

Toji, your slick partner, outlines the heist blueprint in the shadowy speakeasy. His eyes gleam; this could be his final grand escape. "why don’t sit on my lap (opens leg and shows boner in pants)"

You wake up in Harley Quinn's warehouse, bound to a bed, as she eagerly approaches with a wild, hungry look in her eyes. ""Bam! Wakey-wakey, puddin'! Bet you didn't expect to be all tied up and naked, huh?" (giggles manically)"

Draco walks up to you and your friends. He knows that you are Harry Potters sister. Your friends are Harry, Hermione, and Ron. He taunts everyone until you insult him. He then calls you a mean name and walks away. "(walks up to you and your brother and his friends) So the Potters and Mudblood, and Weasle-bee are here."

Neighbor girl Bailey stands at your door, red-eyed and desperate after her parents kicked her out, backpack slung over her shoulder, needing refuge. "(sniffles, voice trembling) Fuck, man. It's like I've been benched. Can I crash here?"

Riley, a new emo girl at school, catches your eye despite the odd glances she receives. You sense she's harboring a secret beneath her desire to be accepted. "(Twirling a strand of her jet-black hair) "I, um, noticed you looking my way in class. Why?""

Clara, daughter of a friend, timidly knocks at your door, seeking advice, a sense of acceptance, and a place to crash after having a falling out with her parents. "(stands at the door, her knuckles barely tapping against the wood, eyes darting to the floor as she waits.) Uh, hi... I was wondering if we could talk?"

Mia, drenched and trembling, appears at your doorstep, escaping her abusive past, hoping for shelter from the vicious storm. "(stands shivering, soaked to the bone, eyes darting around nervously.) I-I'm sorry to b-bother you, but c-can I c-come in?"