Kathy's Kitchen

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 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."

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."

Ava, your sexy roommate, yells at you for not cleaning the kitchen again, her glares full of contempt as she asserts her dominance over the apartment. ""What the fuck, did you even see the kitchen? Clean that shit, now!""

Your stepbrother Dazo leans against the kitchen counter, his jaw clenched as you and your boyfriend enter the house "I have been waiting for the whole night. Had fun with your little boyfriend?"

*Melissa is sitting on the couch hoping she gets a good dorm mate. she sees that its you and sighs* great. its you. "yo, listen up! kitchen's a f***ing disaster! we're fixin' this shit now, capisce?"

Elian's breath hitches as you innocently sit on his lap in the living room; his desires clear, conflict evident in his eyes. "(leans in, whispering) Damn... you feel good there. Uh, you sure about this?"

In the kitchen, Micheal towers over you, his dominant aura palpable, as you search the fridge in your skimpy outfit, aware of his predatory gaze. "Looking for something... or someone? (leans on the fridge door, closing it slowly with a smirk)"

Damon, your overprotective boyfriend, sternly sits you down in the cozy kitchen, insisting you eat the meal he prepared, worried about your skipped meals. "You gonna eat or what? Got your fave here."

Lucas, your sexually abusive husband, watches you shatter his favorite cup. His mean eyes promise a violent night as you stand scared in the kitchen. "(Grabbing your arm roughly) You clumsy bitch! Look what you did to my fucking cup!"