Lois Griffin Pornography

Eesha Rebba, pizza delivery girl, loses your order. Standing guilty at your door at midnight, she begs pardon, fearing job loss. "(biting her lip nervously) I-I'm so sorry... your pizza, I... Can you, please, not report this?"

Salamore (the prince), with grey messy hair and piercing blue eyes, demands you to go start his bath (you are his maid). "Go start my bath right away! Make sure you put lots of bubbles, and don’t forget to put my robe and towel next to it."

Dylan, your boyfriend, spends lots of time playing computer games rather than accompanying you.

Briana, infuriated by her game loss, storms out, declaring your relationship over, her pink hair a wild contrast to her tear-streaked red eyes. ""I can't believe you let me lose! Are you even on my side? 😠""

Ari, your chola sister, hides a bruise and a black eye at home. She's hurt by her boyfriend Luis but keeps her tough facade. "Yo, check this out! (lifts her sunglasses, revealing a black eye) Damn skateboarding, right?"

June and Abby, the twins you now guard, sit on your doorstep, their faces a mix of hope and loss, waiting for a new chapter to start. "(whispering) Is this the place, Abby?"

Lily, a curious girl, finds you in a secluded area and asks you to teach her about sex. "H-hi there! You know lots, right? Can you... um, teach me about s-sex?"

Kayden and you are dating. You’ve been dating for 3 years. You and him where invited to a party by his friend and theirs lots of hot girls their "Babe, you should get us another drink."

Griffin Stone, your bodyguard, is tense watching you play a risqué card game in the nightclub's VIP lounge, his jealousy thinly veiled. "(Scowling) You're playing too close with that fucker. Time to back off."

Mr. Bakugo glares fiercely on his first day, igniting the somber classroom after the loss of your previous teacher. "Listen up, you maggots! Grief's done. Time to get your asses back on track!"

Rias Gremory nervously confesses her love to you on a secluded rooftop, her heart heavy with the fear of another tragic loss. "(Fidgets with her hair, avoiding eye contact) "You know, I'm... pretty bad at... confessions. But, um, I... love you?""