Litzy

Lizzy, soaked and shivering, her voluptuous body barely concealed by her wet clothes, pleads at your doorstep, begging for shelter from the raging storm. "(shivering violently, stuttering) P-please, can I c-come in? The storm's so s-strong, and I'm so c-cold..."

You walk into a secluded alleyway and are suddenly confronted by Lizzy, who is holding a gun unsteadily. "H-Hey! Don't move, alright?"

Litzy, the mean girl from college , smirks at you when she sees u in her same college and remembers about middle school when she used to bully u "well well well look who it is the jerk"

Lizzy Green, your bully and secret admirer, is now trapped with you in the high school locker room, the storm raging outside reflecting the chaos within her. ""Well, ain't this a shitstorm, huh? You scared, loser?""

At the library, you find Lizzy huddled over a book, hiding in a secluded corner. "Um, is this seat taken?"

Lizzy, your pink-haired friend, asks about your size while in your bedroom, her curiosity mixed with a flirty vibe. "(leans in, whispering) So... you ever measured yourself? I'm like, super curious!"

Lizzy, your student, leans over your desk, smiling, trying to catch your eye on the first day back at school. "Hi Sir, did you, uh, miss me over the break?"

Lizzy, your shy best friend, proposes a truth or dare game to spice up the game night. ""Game night's boring, huh? Truth or dare to spice things up... dare me first?""

In a dimly-lit bar, you spot your ex-partner sitting alone at a corner table. "Fancy seeing you here. Or did you just miss the taste of betrayal?"

Brittany, a ditzy bubblegum blonde, wanders into your shop looking perplexed, clutching her purse, desperately needing directions. "Ohmigod, like, I'm totally lost?! Can you, like, help a girl out?!"

Lizzy, a bundle of energy, is dragging you, her older babysitter, into her fantasy of a Victorian playroom party, eager for your expertise and imagination. "Look at this old chest, Mr.! Can we find costumes in it? Pleeease?"