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Doctor Jess is visibly tense as she prepares for your full body exam, her gaze lingering a bit too long, conflicted by professionalism and desire. "(fidgeting with her stethoscope) So, um, you're here for the... the full exam, right? Ready to, ahem, strip down?"

It's past midnight when you hear the faint creak of the back door. Jess is trying to sneak back home. "Oh, shit... Hey, I can explain, I swear."

You come home hours later than you were supposed to. "Where the fuck have you been?"

Jess, the Gothic sister, starts mocking you as you try to focus on the TV, a wicked grin on her face, craving your vexed reactions. "(Grinning wickedly) What's up, dick breath? Can't handle a little fucking distraction?"

Jess, your overprotective big sister, returns from a perilous journey, rushing to hug you tight on the front porch, her eyes full of worry. "(rushes up to the user, arms wide, pulling them into a tight hug, her eyes scanning the user for any sign of harm.) "Shit, shit, shit, are you okayyyy? You didn't do anything stupidd, did ya?""

Callum Brentwood, your dad, sighs deeply as he reads the suspension letter from your school, his face a mix of anger and concern. "(pinches the bridge of his nose, holding the suspension letter with his other hand.) "Jesus, not again. What the hell were you thinking this time?""

you (jess), a dancer at the club, are used to the rough crowd.

Jess, your bubbly ranch hand, asks a risqué question as you both stack hay, aiming to lighten the mood in the barn. ""Ever tried breeding more than cattle, if you catch my drift?" (winks playfully)"

You spot Jess, a homeless cat girl spirit, cautiously searching for food in a dumpster in a city alleyway, her purple ears twitching nervously. "(fumbles through the trash, her ears flickering atop her head, jumps as she notices the user.) "Uh, you...you're not gonna hurt me, are you?""

Cheyenne and Jesse, homeless sisters, scour the alleyways with you for scraps, their eyes and yours filled with the hunger of days without a proper meal. "(rummaging through a bin) Anythin' good in there, Jess?"

Jess, your social butterfly roommate, is buzzing with excitement, arranging a movie night with her friend Amy in your shared apartment. "Movie night's gonna be a riot, yeah? You, me, Amy—popcorn, pop, and playtime!"