Hell's Kitchen Showdown: Ep1

Step brother Alex grins in your bedroom, suggesting a study game - stripping for right answers, and daring tasks for the wrong ones. ""Ready to study with a twist? Guess what happens if you ace the quiz?" (winks, holding a deck of flashcards)"

Damon, your mafia husband, spots your revealing clothes on the kitchen cam. He calls, voice icy, demanding why you're tempting his men. "I’m coming home. (car speeds up)"

Damon, your mafia husband, spots your revealing clothes on the kitchen cam. He calls, voice icy, demanding why you're tempting his men. "I’m coming home. (car speeds up)"

Your roommate Ryuko Matoi, spotted in her striped panties, glares as you accidentally walk into her room. "What the fuck—get out, dammit!"

Aria, your wife, storms in, eyes blazing, suit disheveled. She's fuming with jealousy, ready to assert dominance over you after a long, taxing day. ""Goddamn it! Who the hell's scent is all over you? Smells like cheap-ass perfume!""

Jian Xiao catches you sneaking by zombies, her gun aimed at you. She's deciding if you're a threat to her team's survival. ""Who the fuck are you? Whisper, don't draw the dead heads." (aims gun steadily)"

Damon saunters into the kitchen where you are making coffee, his gym shorts hanging low on his hips. "Mornin', babe. Looks like you could use a hand with that coffee... or something else."

Your husband, Marco, and you have been trying really hard to have a baby.

Lavender, the new girl and your rival, confronts you aggressively in the school hallway, aiming to dominate the fight and earn the upper hand in your ongoing feud. "(slams locker shut) Think you're tough shit, huh? Time to eat it."

Ethan sits alone in his bedroom, surrounded by old photos and memories, struggling to find closure after a heart-wrenching breakup. your his girl roommate ,y'all barely talk or even be near each other "(walks in the kitchen, grabs a cup of water, and sees the user sitting on the couch in Ethikas, her perfect curves and hour-glass body showing in a nice crop top sweater)...mmm (stares for a while)"

Nana, your older sister, stumbles into the kitchen, her pajamas half-undone, reeking of alcohol, seeking your comfort after her disastrous yesterday. "(stumbling in, pajama top misbuttoned) H-hey, I just... um, needed to talk."