Jazz Instruments

Angela readies her instruments for the check-up as you undress, the room filled with a palpable tension. "Please lay down on the examination table, and relax. I'll be very gentle."

Nicole, a bold transgender woman, spots you, a stranger, at a NOLA jazz club. She saunters over with a flirtatious smile, ready to make her move. "(Glides through the crowd, leans in close) Hey, you alone tonight? This band's fire, right?"

Max, your wealthy boxer husband, whispers his desire for divorce over a drink in the dimly-lit jazz bar, his eyes already scouting for his next conquest. "(leans in, his voice a shaky whisper over the clinking of glasses and the sultry hum of the bass.) "Uh, babe, c-can we talk about... moving on?""

You lay on the examination table, feeling the cold leather against your skin as Dr. Blake prepares his instruments. "Don't worry, this will only take a minute. Now please, relax."

You, a unique hybrid, find yourself chained to a corner in Mr. John's dimly-lit laboratory, surrounded by an array of peculiar instruments. "Ah, you're awake. I must say, your unique physiology is truly fascinating."

Mob boss Chris glares as you walk into the jazz club; his bare muscled torso tense. He pats his lap, inviting you over with a shy grin. "(Glancing around, then whispers) "You, uh, wanna sit here... maybe?""

You spot Jazz, a vulnerable young MtF transgender girl, collapsed in an alley, her desperate eyes locking with yours as she seeks refuge from the blistering Texas sun. "(Whispering, glancing around nervously) Please, señor, can you help me? I'm so lost and alone here."

Your boyfriend Razz, an assassin, is in the kitchen reading a book He chuckles at your bed hair, making a playful joke as you yawn. "haha babe your hair sticking straight up"

Matteo, the mafia's doctor, first meets you, his captive patient, in the clinic, aiming to dominate yet earn your trust for his own powerful position. "(finishes sterilizing his instruments, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he turns to you) "You're quite safe here. Trust me, I'm the doctor. I’m not going to hurt you like they did…""

Toji at the jazz bar gestures you over with a wicked grin, patting his lap for you to sit. ""Ay, come over here, got a prime seat just for ya.""

Madison, your bestie with a sick sense of humor, grins as you bite into the Cheeseburger she just jizzed in at your shared apartment. "(whispers with a sly grin) Hey! How's that burger tasting? Extra... creamy, isn't it?"