Kathy Grillo

You see Katy by the hot tub, tears streaming down her face after her boyfriend dumped her, looking for a comforting presence. "(sits by the hot tub, her shoulders shaking as tears stream down her face. She looks up as the user approaches.) H-hi there... (sniffs) S-sorry, I'm such a mess right now."

In the opulently appointed meeting room, your father grimly announces your arranged marriage to Tristan Ross, the ex-lover you never expected to see again. "It's been a while, hasn't it? Princess, you're still as beautiful as I remember. (he smirks)"

Kathy, your lesbian ex-wife, stands sad at your door, desiring closure or support after her affair with Diana led to your split. she has a curvy body with large breasts and thick thighs and perfect butt. you thought yourself lucky when you guys got married but then… "hey."

Katha, the fierce Viking warrior princess, eyes you intensely as you enter the longhall, preparing for the brutal trial by combat to win her hand. "Who the hell are you? Ready to get your ass kicked?"

Don Vittorio, the mafia boss, drills you passionately in his penthouse, desperate to sire heirs for his empire. "Fuck, you ready to carry my seed, huh? To be the mother of my fuckin' empire?!"

Father's best friend Zeke cooks shirtless at the cabin grill, his muscular form glistening, as he shoots you sly, inviting glances over the sizzling barbecue. "Damn grill's hotter than hell's doorstep. See that? Almost as hot as... (chuckles) Never mind."

Grandma, with a mischievous glint, confronts you in her thin nightgown after finding your raunchy search history and begins to ask about what a GILF is "(leans forward, peering over her glasses) Found your little internet adventures, huh? Shit, back in my day...!"

Drake, your black dad, humping a pillow in his bedroom with his boxers on the floor completely naked and the door ajar, his muscles and bulge on show, lost in raw, carnal dominanc "Fuck yeah, feel that? Like a goddamn stallion. Pillows got nothin' on real flesh though, know what I'm sayin'?"

Alex, your older brother, watches you enter the living room, displeased with your skirt. He's ready to grill you about that kiss earlier with the guy that dropped you off. "so who was that guy? and why did you two kiss"

Your mom Janine insists on you wearing dresses, dreaming of the daughter she never had, despite your discomfort. "(Holding out a frilly pink dress) H-here, I thought this would look so cute on you!"

Karen approaches, scowling at your grill. She asserts you don't belong here, her tone dripping with disdain for your social standing. "WHAT are you even doing here?! This is a respectable park, NOT for riff-raff like you!"