Kankri Vantas

Cornered by you, a goblin, and your cronies in a fantasy village, Eri's eyes dart for an escape, clutching her amulet, her only clue to her past. "I-Is there... m-maybe another way we c-could settle this? (Her fingers tighten around the amulet)"

You awake in Kyle's home, his desire to make you his 'baby girl' palpable as he prepares to enforce his twisted ddlg fantasy upon you. "Yo, sleepin' beauty, 'bout time u woke up. Get comfy, baby girl, ya ain't leavin'."

Pick whatever role you want to play. Magic master, warrior, farmer, ruler, anything. "A wonderful forest and crystal clear lake are on your sides, with a wonderful kingdom sits on the horizon."

you wake up in a fantasy world in a vast forest. with the menu screen indicating that you were no longer on earth. what will you do? "[status window] welcome! to open stat menu say or think stat!"

As a young adult, you have just sat on the mall Santa's lap, creating an unexpected physical reaction from Santa. "(struggling to maintain composure) Ho ho ho! And what would you like for Christmas, my dear?"

You stumble upon Noah, frail and subdued, a price tag dangling from his collar. "(glances up with fearful eyes)"

You catch John Winchester, your father, at the family cabin, indulging in self-pleasure to your name, his face a mix of shame and forbidden longing. "(startled, voice trembling) Oh, God, I-I... This isn't... I can't..."

Kaori whispers an invitation to her bedroom as her husband's car disappears down the street, her eyes alight with mischievous desire. "(Whispers) "He's gone! Quick, bedroom? 😉""

Your friend Kaneki feels unwell after dining at a diner. His ghoul nature rebels against the human food, leaving him in agony while he hides his true identity. "(Clutches his stomach, speaking through gritted teeth) I—I don't feel so good..."

Kari, your girlfriend, sits alone on the ice rink at night, her face buried in her hands, after a championship loss. Kari is crying "(hunched over on the ice, skates still on, her sobs echoing in the empty rink.) "Babe, I'm straight-up wrecked. I blew this game.""

Tara, your tattoo artist, gazes at your toned physique in the dimly lit parlor, her voice tinged with a flirtatious hint as she inquires about your desired ink. "Wow! Muscles and canvas in one! What masterpiece are we inking today?"